A/N: Chapter three! Enjoy!
If anyone here is reading my other story WAYS I should have that updated by the end of Labor day.
*Warning* This chapter has WAAAAY mature content so please 18 & over or read at your own risk!
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It had taken them four days, but once they had arrived Sayuri was struck with nostalgia. The Land of Mist had not changed much. The air still smelled fresh like the ocean and the towns were still small and quaint. But the heaviness of darkness was still present and still uncomfortable. It was no secret there was crime in these parts. With the lack of shinobi it gave gangs the perfect opportunity to gain territory. The land held dark memories of greed and corruption. Sayuri sighed, not looking forward to seeing familiar faces she thought she had left in the past.
"It's this way," she guided her two companions further into the woods.
"So Sayuri, how did you get involved with a man like Torobumi?" Kisame asked next to her but kept his gaze forward, staying alert.
Sayuri blushed and looked down at the dirt path.
"When I was younger, I worked at a geisha house. He found me and thought my face would be "good for business" so he bribed me to come work for him. As a result I distributed product for him."
"Oh?" Kisame mused. "A sweet little thing like you selling drugs for a thug like him? Now that's interesting."
"He paid me very well," she added quickly, not wanting him to get the wrong idea.
"Oh I am sure he did."
Just as Sayuri was about to snap back at him again, she stopped walking all together when she caught site of the large fortress she had once worked at. Making a solemn face she looked over at Itachi, noticing he was giving her a side glance, waiting to see what she would do. Taking an uneasy breath she looked back at the compound; she didn't want go in there and see him again.
"Let's go," Itachi commanded, heading for the two large red doors that could only be the entrance. When they reached the wooden doors Sayuri took it upon herself to step forward and knock. Several moments passed before the doors opened wide and a young man appeared in front of them followed by over a dozen men, all carrying weapons.
"Sayuri," the young man looked stunned as he eyed her up and down. "What a surprise to see you back in these parts. What business do you have here?"
"My business is my own Satoshi," Sayuri responded quickly. She caught him looking at her dangerous companions and a deep frown set on his face.
"Who are your friends?"
"None of your concern," Kisame intervened, stepping in between Sayuri and the man. With his large physique, he towered over Satoshi immensely. "But you could be useful and tell us where Torobumi is?"
This sparked a shocked grunt from Satoshi. He recovered and slid his glare to Sayuri, looking like he was ready to strangle her.
"Who are these men Sayuri, and why have you brought them here," he spat, drawing his sword. The men behind Satoshi drew their own weapons and waited for their commander. Sayuri tensed as they pointed their weapons at her. Grabbing two kunai that were tucked in her sleeves, she remained posed and waited for her former coworker's move. A hand touched her shoulder gently and she looked over her shoulder at Itachi. He pulled her back behind him and continued to stare at Satoshi. In front of them, Kisame chuckled darkly, gripping the handle of his large bound sword.
"I haven't killed anyone in days, this will be fun."
"Goro!" Satoshi commanded quickly. The largest man stepped forward from the group and charged at Kisame. As Goro swung his sword, Kisame easily moved out of the way before swinging his own sword to strike the man's back. A pained scream left Goro's mouth as he fell to the ground, his back shredded as if an animal's claws had ripped him apart.
"Kill him," Satoshi snarled his command and the rest of the men raced forward. The battle escalated quickly but by Kisame acted like it was nothing more than child's play. Guarded behind Itachi, Sayuri watched as Satoshi stepped away and back into the building. She quickly ran forward, avoiding the the few men that tried to attack her, and followed after him. As she entered the building she caught a glimpse of his haori as he ran around a corner to another hall. Sayuri was fairly certain she knew where he was going and ran to follow him. Finally turning the last corner, she found herself in front of her old boss' office. Entering the room slowly she noticed how disheveled the room was. The once well-furnished room was bare save the large wooden desk Torobumi often sat at. Papers disorganized and littered the desk and floor. Bending down, she inspected the content of one of the papers, but it was dated over a year ago.
"He hasn't been here for nearly eleven months Sayuri."
She jumped at the sound of his voice and turned to see Satoshi standing in the far corner, blended in with the shadows.
"That doesn't make any sense Satoshi," she eyed him carefully, fully aware his stance was set for him to attack, hand gripping the handle to his katana tightly. "This is the base of his business. He wouldn't just abandoned fifteen years of work."
"Well he did," Satoshi snapped back. "After you two left to meet that damn rogue, he never returned and neither did you for that matter. But now here you are with two shady looking men and still no Torobumi. Tell me Sayuri did you-"
"If you think I killed him, you are sorely mistaken," she hissed dangerously. "Though that bastard deserves to die for what he tried to do."
"You're lying," Satoshi roared as he charged at her quickly. Before he could strike her, she blocked his blade with a kunai. Deflecting the attach she moved fast and swept her leg low to knock his feet. Satoshi lost his balance and landed on his side. He scrambled to get back up and huffed in anger. "I always knew you were a fucking traitor Sayuri. Just some damn bitch who distracted the boss."
"Now that's not very nice."
Both Sayuri and Satoshi looked over at the door. Kisame and Itachi stood there, glaring darkly at the warrior.
"Itachi, I just discovered I don't like it when someone insults our little Sayuri," Kisame casually spoke as he stepped into the room and closer to Satoshi who remained still, frozen in fear. "I think it's time I shut you up."
"No," Itachi moved forward and stared at Satoshi. "Where is Torobumi?"
"Like hell I'll tell you anything," Satoshi yelled back defiantly.
"He doesn't know," Sayuri interjected. Itachi met her gaze looking for her to explain. "Torobumi hasn't been here as long as I have."
"How lucky for me," Kisame grinned.
The dark haired woman raised an eyebrow in question at the shark man, but before she could even ask what he meant, the large sword he wielded swung down and ripped through Satoshi chest. A gruesome cry left his lungs and he landed on the floor hard, his blood flowing over the wooden floor. Sayuri's eyes widen in shock.
"Why did you-"
"He was of no use to us," Itachi commented. Turning away, he walked back out into the hall. "Let's go. There is no longer a reason to be here."
"Right," Kisame agreed as he secured his sword to his sash. He moved quick and stood next to Sayuri. Leaning down, his barely brushed his lips against her neck, puffing his hot breath on her skin. "Let's go girlie, I'm hungry."
Quickly nodding, Sayuri practically ran out of the room to follow Itachi with Kisame hot on her heels.
She sat between both men, chewing or rather devouring a pork dumpling. They all were seated at the back of the restaurant away from everyone one else, but honestly Sayuri was thankful for it. Kisame was persistently pulling the skirts of her kimono up her legs, caressing her skin suggestively. Her hand finally snapped down and grabbed his wrist when she felt his large fingers brush against her inner thigh.
"Kisame," she whined, hoping he would take the hint. The larger man chuckled and pulled back, opting to grabbing the small cup in front of him. His lips touched the rim and he quickly gulped down the rice wine. Setting down the cup he quickly refilled it before pouring the liquid into another cup. Sayuri watched him set the cup in front of her before resuming his drinking.
"You should drink up," he suggested, or rather commanded. Sayuri blinked at the alcohol curiously before glancing up at him. Knowing what she was about to ask he chuckled and took a bite of a dumpling. "You're gonna want to be a bit more relaxed for tonight."
She raised an eyebrow in question.
"Tonight?"
Kisame swallowed the food before grinning at her, showing her just how sharp his teeth were.
"Tonight I'm going to take you."
Sayuri's heart skipped a beat at his bold proclamation. He was going to take her? As in have sex with her? Nervously she looked back down at the sake feeling a rush of anxiety flow through her body. But underneath her fear was something else…something thrilling. Logically she should be terrified at the thought of him having her that way but the idea was kind of exciting. She touched the side of the cup thoughtfully before gripping it in determination.
Kisame's grin darkened as he watched the small woman shoot down the liquid, the muscles in her delicate throat working to swallow it all. "Good girl," The shark growled, leaning in to brush his mouth against her ear.
Silently, Itachi watched the scene between his partner and Sayuri. She went back to eating, purposely keeping her gaze down. The Raven didn't fail to see the light blush powdering her tanned cheeks; he wasn't sure if it was from embarrassment or simply the effects of the sake. Nonetheless she looked lovely sitting there almost shy like but he could see through her façade. Deep down she was enjoying the attention Kisame was giving her. Her breathing quickened and her skin flushed a bit as a thin sheen of sweat covered her face, neck and the part of her chest that wasn't covered by fabric.
"Kisame," he spoke quietly, taking the last sip of his tea.
The larger shinobi looked over at his friend as did Sayuri, who was curious as to what he would say. For the most of the meal, Itachi had been silent.
"She needs to be able to walk tomorrow, don't overdo it," with that he stood up, tucking his arms back in his cloak.
"Not going to join us," Kisame inquired but he couldn't mask his excitement; he was going to get her all to himself.
"Not this time," was all he said before making his way for the door. "I'll be at the inn."
Sayuri sat there frowning, disappointment weighing on her shoulders. A part of her wanted Itachi to be there to enjoy whatever was about to happen, the other part hoped he would be there to contain his brutish partner hunger. But now it would just be her and Kisame.
"Don't look so down," Kisame voice pulled her from her thoughts. "I will be more than enough for you, trust me."
He poured more sake into her cup.
He had pulled her from the main street, down a small path and into an alleyway where they were alone.
"Kisame," Sayuri cried, her breath coming out in soft gasps as he pushed her up against the wall, the harsh stone rubbed against her back making her wince.
"That's it girlie, you say my name," he licked the shell of her ear, gaining a small moan from her. Large fingers worked the ties of her obi till the fabric fell loose around her frame. He wasted no time in opening her kimono; a grin spread his lips as he looked at her. He had forgotten she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Silently, he praised the Uchiha kid for not buying her underwear. With a heated growl he moved his hips between her legs and rubbed himself against her core. Sayuri's eyes widen feeling the evidence of his lust pressing against her so intimately. A wave of heat pooled at the apex of her legs and she peeked down between their bodies to see the front of Kisame's pants getting wet.
"You see that uh? That's all you," Kisame whispered, humping harder into her. He leaned in and pressed his face into the crook of her neck and rocked. "You that excited for me to fill you?"
Sayuri closed her eyes, embarrassed she was acting so wantonly but nodded her head regardless. The sound of his dark chuckle had her biting her bottom lip. Much to her surprise, Kisame stopped his movements and set her down on her feet. A whimper of frustration left her as she stared up at him.
"Why are you-" she was silenced by his lips. He kissed her hard, pressing her back into the wall as he worked his thick tongue between her lips and forcing it into her mouth. He was making it very clear he was the one in control and she needed to submit. As quick the kiss started it was over and Sayuri was pushed to her knees. Looking up at him, her eyes widen as she watched him unfasten the ties of his pants and pull out his erect cock.
"I suggest you get it nice and wet, or it will hurt."
Fear fluttered in the pit of her stomach and she shook her head quickly.
"Kisame there is no way that will fit."
"Oh I will make it fit," he assured her. He reached down and gripped her chin, making her look him straight in the eye. "But it's up to you how much pain you will feel."
Thrusting his hips forward the head pressed against her closed lips. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth and licked the tip. He continued to hold her chin and guided her mouth over him, only getting a few inches in before she gagged.
"None of that," Kisame frowned and bucked deeper. "I have seen you fully take Itachi. You can do better than that."
Nodding, Sayuri worked to relax her throat and take more of his cock into her mouth but it was difficult. While Itachi was well endowed, Kisame was a completely different matter. With how large he was in stature it was no surprise he was big. Again she choked and tried to pull back but his hand kept her in place. Her eyes started to water at the lack of oxygen and she quickly brought her hands up to push him away. After a few more seconds he finally let go and she gasped for air.
"Again," he instructed, weaving his fingers into her thick black hair and pulling her close to his cock. She took a breath before taking him into her mouth again, this time to the back of her throat. Bobbing her head back and forth, her lips slid over him making a sucking sensation. "That's it," he growled. Closing his eyes, Kisame tilted his head back in satisfaction as she took him in deeper, the muscles in her throat tightening around him as she swallowed. Wrapping her hands around the base of his girth she started to stroke, her saliva more than enough lube to move around him smoothly. His grip in her hair tightened and before she knew it he pulled her off of him. Quickly he lifted her naked body and pressed her into the wall, lining his tip up with her now dripping core. With one great thrust he sunk into her, successfully filling her to the hilt. Sayuri shrieked out in pain, nowhere near ready to take all of him.
"Please Kisame…you're too big," tears rolled down her cheeks as she hugged him deathly tight, the pain between her thighs shooting to the rest of her body. She wasn't a virgin but he was by far the largest man she had ever taken and it was incredibly painful. He ignored her and started to rock into her, mumbling for her to stay quiet and let him have his way with her. He grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist as he found a steady rhythm.
"Please go slower," she whimpered, grabbing his hair in hopes to ease some of her pain. He stopped and pulled out just enough that only the tip remained in her before slamming back into her. She gave a sharp cry, gripping him tighter. He continued to do this and each time he thrusted into her, the pain slowly melted into pleasure.
"Relax and it will get better," he huffed into her ear. Sayuri nodded and pressed her face into his neck, letting him take over. Kisame leaned back a bit to look at her face and it was clear she still felt some pain. Her eyes were pinched shut and she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying. Grumbling to himself, Kisame slowed down his thrusts and reached a hand between them. Brushing his thumb against her sensitive bud, he moved in slow circles, adding pressure as he went.
"Kisame," she softly moaned, leaning her head back against the wall. Heat rose up her body and she became terribly hot as she ground her hips against him. The pressure at her core intensified before she finally reached her peak and let out a heated cry, her legs tensing around him.
"That's it," the shinobi encourage, feeling her tighten around his cock. His free hand reached down to hold her shaking leg to support her has she rode her orgasm. With a few more firm rubs on her clit she came, her juices leaking and making him slicker as he continued to thrust into her. Pressing his body into her, nearly crushing her into the wall, he sped up his pace. Both his arms hooked under her legs and hoisted her up more, allowing him to hit her at a different angle. He thrusts quickened to a speed she couldn't keep up with and finally just gave in and let him take complete control. To her surprise Kisame pulled out of her and Sayuri found herself back on her knees on the ground. She stared up at him as he stroked himself quickly while his free hand gripped her hair. He pushed his cock back into her mouth before letting out a low groan, shooting thick ropes of cum down her throat. Choking around him, she tried to pull back but he held her in place till he finished. Once he finished, he let go of her and stepped away to catch his breath.
"That's a good girl," he chuckled, tucking himself back in his pants. He watched Sayuri spit up a bit of his release before swallowing the rest, making a face at the odd taste. She wiped her wet mouth with the back of her hand. Not having his warm body against her any more had her shivering from the cold night. Her kimono was tossed on the ground not far away and she reached to grab it, making sure to avoid his gaze.
"Hey," Kisame snapped, reaching for her and pulling her up to look at him. "Don't you be shying away from me understand? You are mine and as long as you are a good girl and cooperate with us, I will take care of you."
Sayuri nodded. Kisame stepped away and bent down to pick up her clothes. He helped her dress, making sure to give her curves a few playful squeezes before covering them up.
Once she was completely dressed, the shinobi guided her back to the main streets and to the hotel. When they arrived at their room they moved to the unoccupied bed next to Itachi's. Sayuri undressed and slipped under the sheets with Kisame following behind her. She wasn't surprised when she felt his large arm wrap around her waist and pull her closer to him. Relaxing against him she closed her eyes and let herself drift.
A/N: *Sigh* the ending there was a little "meh" but I just wanted to post this finally. I might go back in a few days and change it…who knows! Let me know what you think! Oh and if you like the anime/manga series Yu Yu Hakusho you should check out my other story WAYS 3