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The building shaking was what woke Madara up from his sleep. He rolled over in his bed, stretching, and casually tugged the blinds out of the way to gaze down at the three figures below.

Konan, Pein and the Toad Sannin.

Most people would have known that a fight between those three would mean evacuating any buildings surrounding them. But Madara wasn't most people. He just leaned up on his arm, sleepiness giving way to interest, watching it as if he was safely a mile or two away. If the building was destroyed then he could easily move.

His girl... no, his woman... was wrapped up tightly in the old pervert's hair. Her face was sticky with oil. Madara had to give it to Konan, she was one patient woman. Pein was standing there ranting away while she was lubed up and groped by slimy oily hair, her face as emotionless as if she was just waiting for a dentist to finish.

There was a sudden explosion from the building beside his as a giant lobster thing came out and freed Konan. Madara still didn't budge an inch from his bed, only leaned over to open a window and then to grasp his mask and robe in case of quick evacuation. He tugged on his clothing as he watched the fight begin.

"It's Jiraiya-sensai." Konan's soft voice filled his mind. He turned to watch her as she closed the window and went to stand beside him, her paper body re-fleshing, returning to the soft skin and the faint scent of old parchment and honeysuckle she always carried with her. Konan didn't look back to Madara. Her eyes were fixated on the two men below them. "He's gotten older."

Madara felt a stab of jealousy and narrowed his eyes at her face. Maybe the girl had a thing for older men, maybe she'd liked Jiraiya once? He grasped her arm and stroked it under his gloved hand. "Yes, he has."

He yawned and felt glad for the tinted glass, concealing him from Jiraya. Pein would deal with him and Madara didn't need to get involved. It was messier if he did. And it was amusing for him to watch. He knew Pein used to adore this man. So did Konan. Another stab of jealousy made his eyebrows narrow as he glanced over to see her gazing down at Pein and Jiraiya.

"Come here." He murmured as he pulled her against the glass in front of him. Madara's hand snuck into her robe and stroked her, cupping her, not from his lust but from a need to remind her.

"It's a bad time." She protested weakly, tugging at his arm. "Pein's about to..."

He cut her off with a sharp nip which made her yelp somewhat. "It's never a bad time." Madara yawned, how long had he been asleep?, and slipped his other hand in front of her, tugging the robes open.

As the fight raged on, as he made her watch Pein and Jiraiya fight, even going as far as to move the two of them when they lost sight of the two, he teased her, made soft moans come from her, his chin rested on her shoulder, her back nestled against his chest, the glass against her front to hold her up. He listened to her soft moans and protests, his fingers damp, teasing her as he watched his tool do him another service. There was no need to rush. Konan gasped softly as her body yielded to his hands, and the fight went on, the vibrations in the building adding to what he was doing to her. He felt the first gentle explosion under his hands, and continued, letting her feel it over and over as she watched Pein and Jiraiya. Finally, she gave one last soft gasp, pleasure exploding under his hands, around his fingers, her eyes shut now. Madara kissed her neck and pulled her backwards into his lap, adjusting her clothing. The fight was over. He could see it from where he sat. Jiraiya looked dead but Pein, like the idiot he was, had let the man send information.

No matter. It hadn't warned them of his existence and that was all Madara cared about.

"It's over." She murmured and Madara nodded, kissing her neck.

"He fought well."

"He got half of Pein's body out of Amegakure..." She was staring at Pein.

Madara twisted Konan in his lap so that she was starting at him again, pulling her legs around his waist, tugging her right up against him. He grasped her head in one hand, making her stare up at him, and started to kiss her flushed face with gentle kisses, loosening his grip as he stroked her soft neck under her robes. "Yes, he did. You think that'll cause the death of Pein...?"

"No." She sounded so sure, so convinced, as she answered, "He's immortal."

"Indeed." Madara chuckled lowly. He held the key to Pein's immortality right here in his lap. It was funny how the girl was unaware of her own importance to everything Pein did... "Enough about him though..." He kissed her, tasting her, feeling her mouth open for his with her eagerness, their tongues twisting against each other, his hands grasping down her arms till he found her hands. Madara's mind fogged slowly, till he had to pull away from her mouth, his drug, his own face flushed. He was suddenly rock hard for her again. Damnit. He was too old for this and Pein would be worried for her by now, she had just vanished after he freed her from Jiraiya...

Madara felt a physical pain as he lifted her up, standing up himself, hating the words as much as he hated the tool itself. "Go to Pein."

"But..."

"He'll be looking for you." He avoided looking at her. If he did, Madara wouldn't be able to resist keeping her here for another few hours. But after a minute of quiet between them, he looked to her, adding with a pained look, "If he finds you with me..." If he found her with him, it would be the end of Madara's time with her. Or it would be the end of Pein. He wasn't ready for either yet.

Konan nodded and reached up to finger the piercing. Pein was trying to call her through it. Madara stared at her, the swollen lips, the flush in her cheeks, the slight shape against her robes, he'd realized long ago that Pein saw none of her arousel. Nothing. Not even the flicker of lust in her eyes, or the way she would unknowingly touch her lips with her tongue, just a moment, or how her hands clutched each other harder than usual in front of her robes, as if she was anticipating holding someone... There would be no risk in sending her as she was.

"I'll go." She murmered, glancing at Madara just a moment longer as if tempted to ignore his order, before turning and heading out of the room. Madara watched her go and then flopped against the chair again. He was too old for a woman like her.

After a minute, he got up. It was time to get Sasuke. Itachi had made his move.


Konan hurried down the passage way to Pein, the cool air of the day cooling her flushed face. The closer she got, the guiltier she felt. The dampness Madara had left was less and less erotic by the second. She shut her eyes as she paused on a rooftop. Talk about being caught in the middle...

She couldn't believe she'd stupidly fantasied that it was Pein's fingers. And what was worse, she alternated, between them both, fantized about Madara behind her one moment, then Pein, torn between them. Between lust and being so desirable that someone couldn't keep their hands off her, and love. Real love. Love that included the sexual needs. Konan ached for both.

She was being selfish. She knew that. Konan just had to accept what she had now.

Konan's piercing suddenly went red hot as she was summoned, and she cringed, finding herself summoned straight into the room for Pein's bodies. Pein grasped her and checked her, his eyes boring into hers, stroking the hair that had fallen out of place. He'd grown tired of waiting.

"Are you all right?" Pein asked, a rare question, and she realized that Jiraiya must have unnerved him more than she'd realized.

"Fine. I did what you ordered, I stayed away. Are you..." Konan hesitated, guilt edging on her usual attempt at emotionlessness. How could she have been worried for herself?!

"We will have to hurry Madara's plans and retrieve the body." He said calmly, the hint of worry draining out of his eyes as he clearly saw for himself that she was unharmed. "I will let him know. Konan, the female needs your robe."

"They wouldn't know that much, would they? It's empty right now." She tugged off the robe and handed it over to the female.

"I will still retrieve the piercings." Pein glanced at her as he grasped for her arm, as if about to continue, and for a moment she was aware of something else in his eyes. The six bodies were awake still, around her, as they changed robes, and the six of them froze to look at her.

She felt naked suddenly. Surrounded. There was a moment as the six eyes of Pein, including the female, caught Konan's unrobed body in their eyes, the air in the small room changed, Pein's grasp on her arm increased, the bodies lay down in their beds slowly. His grip tensed more and more, bruising her arm, then the machines took over and the bodies were asleep. The tension suddenly relaxed and Konan wondered if she'd imagined it. His eyes were colder than before. Angry, even.

"You have duties." He didn't even ask. It was an order.

"Yes."

"Go on. I will inform you of the meeting as it happens." His voice pushed her out of the room. "Re-robe and prepare your things for leaving Amegakure."

Konan left.

Konan's room was small and beside Pein's room. The same style, same organic warmth, and with a sliding door leading to Pein's room. Her room was not beside the edge of the building, Pein's room shielded hers from the views of Amegakure, it was protected perfectly by him. Her mat was rolled up in the storage space and easily taken into his room or hers, depending on his mood. Books lined one wall, her passion that she'd only been able to indulge in since Pein's taking of Amegakure, sheets of paper neatly arranged by type along one of the walls, and hidden between books where no one would find them... the few photos she had of Yahiko and Nagato.

And Madara.

Pein couldn't read. He didn't bother with her books. And he didn't know she had photos of Madara.

Konan started to open her wardrobe, searching for a robe, when Pein's cool voice came from behind her.

"Madara is currently busy."

She twisted to gaze at him, but his face gave nothing away.

"What's he busy with?"

"Sasuke and Itachi."

Konan was surprised. Already? But she didn't say anything. She noticed that Pein was holding his mat in his arms, and noticed finally the somewhat awkward way he held it, partially hidden in his arms by the sliding door, and by the robes, they were open and it was pushed underneath. She didn't say a word and turned to her wardrobe. If he didn't want her to see it, he didn't want her to see it.

"I'm sleeping here tonight." Pein said after a moment, clearing his throat. He stepped inside and closed the door, cutting off the link to the outside world. Without waiting, she heard him unroll it and unzip his robes. It wasn't night.

"Are you tired?" She resisted the urge to turn and stare at his body, her heart beating faster again, aware that he was stepping across the room to her.

Arms wrapped around her from behind and Konan froze as she felt his hands explore her stomach. Her hand tensed on the rail of the wardrobe and Konan shut her eyes, afraid this was her daydreams and nothing more, or Madara teasing her, but the smell was Pein. All Pein. His rough hands slid under her top, stroking her stomach, lips against the back of her neck, his hot breath teasing her and making her ache. When she tried to turn, he held her tighter, refusing to let her move. One hand slid up her stomach, the edge of his fingertips grazing against the swell of her breast.

His breathing suddenly hitched and she felt him tense, his grasp around her bruising, his hand pausing in the exploring of what was under her top. Konan grasped for his hand, trying to guide it... she WANTED him to keep going, he had to know she wanted him to keep going...

"I am just bringing the mat in here for later." He released her suddenly,pushing her away, his breathing magically snapping back to normal. "I need to contact Akatsuki. I'll return later."

Konan stood there, breathing hard, feeling like an idiot as she heard the door click shut behind him. What the fuck? Had she just imagined it? Her top was still pushed up, her hand still clutching to the rail in the wardrobe, the other one under her top where she'd tried to get him to touch her.

After a few minutes she swore, angry, and shoved the top down roughly. What the fuck? She felt like a whore. Her heated body suddenly felt dirty, wrong, and she knew Madara would dislike this... she wasn't sure why she cared what Madara would think, but it seemed to matter. If this was what Pein wanted, this was what he could have. She wouldn't deny him anything. But that didn't stop her from feeling needy and lonely all of a sudden.