Thankyou for the reviews! I don't know why there aren't more Madara/Konan stories. I'll be alternating between their minds... just to give you an idea of their different way of looking at this.
Warning-This scene contains ...well, nothing like the first chapter.
He was back. That meant that the fight was over.
Konan stood calmly as she watched Madara enter, hands folded in front of her, careful to not fidget too much. Pein moved past her, stepping down off the platform, heading forward to meet Madara. She smiled somewhat, just a quirk of the lips, and froze her face again. He liked to be between her and Madara.
"So, what happened to Sasuke?" He asked softly.
Konan didn't say anything as a moment passed, a brief moment of time that seemed to stretch. If Sasuke was dead, it would ruin Madara's plan and Itachi's eyes. They both knew the importance of that brat.
"Good feeling... sharingan's power was shown well... his eyes will surpass Itachi's eyes." Madara answered, lazily, but Konan knew him well enough to know that those pauses were excitement. He was excited by this devolpment. It meant he'd gotten the outcome he wanted. "The machine is ripened. His mind is made up... it won't be long."
"What about the kyuubi?"
"You capture him... as the leader, failure will not be accepted." He answered, not bothering to hide the threat in those words, before turning to vanish down the hallway nearby.
For a few moments they stood there before Pein moved again.
Konan turned to face Pein and bit her lip from saying anything. He was annoyed and distracted, his face unreadble, but his hand opened and closed in a way that suggested he was planning his assassination of Madara... He stayed quiet for a few minutes, standing there.
"Pein..."
His eyes snapped to her and she cringed as his glare caught her. Pein's gaze cooled again. "What?"
"I've got duties with the Amegakure nin..." She was lying, she'd done them earlier and he knew that, but he nodded. As Konan headed for the door, she felt a hand on her arm.
"Wait..." He pushed her against the wall, sheltered from the city for a moment, his hands shifting up to cup her face as his lips found hers. The kiss was tender and sweet, a little clumsy like it always was, his affection for her still awkward after all this time. "Come to my room tonight. We'll need to plan."
She nodded and smiled, having as much trouble with a smile in this open space as he did, then slipped out.
Konan had barely gotten a hundred feet away before a body slammed into her, tugging her into a shut off room in the tower. She gasped, winded, but she knew this routine... Madara twisted his mask sideways, his mouth finding hers, brusing her lips as he kissed her hard. Their hands were on each other, unzipping each other's robes, before he lifted her up.
"How long has it been this time?" She asked breathlessly as she felt his hands shifting to pull robes, skirts, pants, anything out of his way...
"Three months, two days and eight hours..." Madara growled softly in her ear and there was a sharp intake from the two of them as he impaled her roughly against the wall, the hardness of it winding her somewhat. He bit her neck roughly as he added, "Would have been less if you'd come to visit..."
"Stop complaining, old man..." She shut her eyes as he started to move inside of her, wrapping her arms around his neck. It stung a little but it was good, she was used to his sudden arrivals. Konan resisted arguing further, the words lost as his body started to do things with hers that made her incapiable of speech.
"Fuck..." He swore as he moved in her, kissing her neck, his hips grinding up into hers as he moved slowly.
Konan kissed his face, twisting his head to meet hers, muffling her soft moans against his lips. He got the point. Quiet. They moved against the wall, slowly, minutes creeping past as they tried to make it last as long as possible, till he couldn't take it and she felt herself bounced harder, his body moving harder, their moans muffled in each other's kisses and the high necks of their robes.
She stiffened and cried out as his eyes met hers, he smirked and moved faster, again and again, till she came again naturally, and then he joined her, pinning her as he stiffened and exploded, their bodies lost in pleasure together.
For a few minutes they stayed like that, then he gently lifted her down and held her till she could stand. Madara adjusted her clothes first and then his own robes.
"Welcome home." She murmered as she straightened her hair, glancing up at him. Konan's cheeks were flushed and she felt hot still, she opened one of the windows to let some of the cool air in.
"Thanks." He sat back on one of the armchairs in the room and held out his arms to her. "Come sit, Angel."
Konan smiled somewhat more, resting in his lap, her head against his shoulder. It was odd, this affectionate part, but everytime he returned from a long time away...she shut her eyes as his arms closed around her and he held her.
"How was Dederia?"
"Pain in the ass. He gave Sasuke a good test." He muttered in his rough normal tone, his deep voice vibrating against her shoulder as he shifted her into a better position, his hands trailing over the outside of her robes. "I had fun getting him worked up. What have you two been up to?"
"Research. Locating the tailed beasts, where they were last seen, so we can find the ones that are missing." She took one of his hands and held it, making him stiffen and relax again. Konan inspected it. It was so rough... she could feel it through the glove. It was funny. He wasn't young, and yet his hands were barely wrinked... a little softer, maybe, but not old... she pretended to count them anyway, squeezing his skin together gently. "Old man, you've gotten more wrinkles...one new one, two new ones, thr..."
He smirked and pressed his lips against hers, stopping the counting, his bare hand slipping under her robes again to caress her.
She kissed back, thinking as always how different this man was. She could never tell how he'd approach her. The first time...
Their first time for her had been scary. Konan could still remember it, feeling his gaze on her for days, then the mixture of excitement and fear as she watched Pein get drunk. Then Madara literally forcing himself on her. It had scared her to death and had hurt, she'd passed out at one point, sure she was hallicinating, that it was alcohol, genjutsu, something strange. But then he'd suddenly changed the mood of it, and she'd found her body responding to his eyes. Suddenly the pain wasn't so bad and when he'd finished, he'd kissed her, cuddled her, dressed her, held her till she fell asleep. Konan had woken at sunset to realize that it had really happened... and that he'd held her all night.
Konan had expected him to do it again, expected it to hurt, was ready to fight... but he didn't touch her the nights that followed... when he did touch her, his mood was suddenly different. He wasn't gentle, but he'd made sure she was ready for him the second time. The second time hadn't hurt at all and she'd found her own body driven to that extreme without his eyes. Madara proved that to her by keeping her blindfolded. He was full of surprises, this old man... after that, when he was sure she wasn't sore, or if he had something to wet her quickly, he had a habit of taking her at any location. This quickie on return was a tradition by now. Her body was trained to expect it.
Konan felt him shift under her, pulling her robe open, and rested his head against her shoulder. Konan resisted the urge to kiss his forehead. They sat there like that, eyes shut, his head on her shoulder and hers against the back of the chair with the scent of his hair in her lungs.
It was peaceful as they sat there. Pein passed by, she heard him, but the door was locked and he was heading towards one of his rooms. Madara barely stirred at the familiar sound of those footsteps, just tightened his grip on her to let her know that she wasn't to move. The peace they shared in these moments was precious, rare, a moment of calm in the storm they were stirring.
"Time to go again." Madara lifted her gently onto the armrest and to pull his robes shut, tugging the mask down as he adjusted his hair. The deep voice of Madara changed suddenly as Tobi reemerged, "Tobi has to go play..."
"Have fun." Konan stood up and pulled her robes shut as well. He nodded, and she could picture a slight smile as he reached forward to straighten the flower in her hair, before he vanished before her eyes.
She felt guilt as soon as she'd left the room. It had been years, but Konan still felt guilt, she couldn't help it. The worst part was that she wasn't sure who she felt guilty over, Pein or Madara. Madara, she knew, would do things with her with or without her permission, but he tended to prefer her permission. It was more enjoyable for the two of them. And Pein... he didn't do a thing at all. Nothing. A rough clumsy kiss here and there, to remind her that he was the boys she'd loved, but he never touched her, face rarely gave away his affection, like he turned on and off a 'Konan' switch in some part of his heart. It almost felt convientant... almost like he was doing it to keep her close. But she didn't want to believe it was that.
It was an odd situation.
She sat in Pein's room later that night, gazing at him as he read impassively beside her. The room was dim, just a soft lanturn, without much of a personal touch. The paper walls gave it a soft warmth though, and the sight of Pein sitting there, robe, shoes and shirt off, chest bare and pants giving her some idea of what was underneath, made Konan's chest contract somewhat. The piercings used to scare her but Konan had grown used to them now. She reached up to finger the one he'd given her, to keep her safe and connected to him. It was more valuable than a wedding ring.
She gazed at him, heart in throat. He was handsome. She couldn't draw her eyes away from him.
"We don't have long now." He murmered as he read the report from one of their spies. "The next target is simple. Exiled and living alone. Drinks every night. No friends, no family, seen as a town drunk... they seem to be unaware of what he is, he moves town frequently."
"Good." Konan tore her eyes off him and gazed out to the window. It was funny, this room. Inside, it was warmth. The paper walls, the wood floor, the woven mats, and their mat beds side by side, but the walls outside were in their usual Amegakure style. Metal. Somewhat scary creatures. Piping. The sound of rain beating hard against the metal. Organic and warm in here, but cold and artifical outside.
She felt his hand on her shoulder and gazed back at him. For a moment, his face softened as Konan's blue eyes met his ringed ones, a ghost of a smile on his lips, then his face refroze.
"I'll bring peace." He murmered as he stared at her. Konan couldn't help but think of how young he sounded. Like Nagato. Like Yahiko. The God-complex was gone, his bodies were asleep, it was only this body in his mind. It was only Nagato. "You believe that, right?"
"I know." Konan reached up to grasp his hand, tugging it down and holding it. He made HER feel young. "I know, Nagato."
The ghost of a smile returned to his face and he shifted closer, awkward again, licking his lips before he pressed them to hers. The piercings dug in, annoying them both, but he shifted his head and the kiss grew better, deeper, a long sweet one that improved as their mouths got used to each other again.
Konan's body stirred under her. He'd started to lean against her, pushing her down, her breathing grew faster... then he suddenly pulled back and went back to reading, his face cold.
"I'll give the order in the morning. You should rest." He talked as if he'd done nothing, the God-personality rudely stopping the buildup of her body's heat.
"All right." She muttered as she stood up. Konan glanced at him as she undressed, tugging the robe off, and then the bra, her soft breasts and slightly hard nipples obvious under the silky fabric... why wasn't he looking?... and then, daring him, reached down to slip the skirt down off her hips.
He still wasn't looking.
"Goodnight then." Konan tried again.
"Goodnight." He glanced up, looking at her in the same way as he always did, showing no interest at all.
She bit her lip to stop from sighing and slid into the sheets of her bed, shutting her eyes. Maybe it was better this way.
