TW: blood and gore; ye have been warned
Konohagakure; Uchiha Complex
Ecstasy was all Shisui could feel. His hips thrust on their own as he chased his own release. Soft lips surrounded his cock, the tongue flicked against the head before stroking the underside of his cock. A soft hum came from the back of her throat. The smell of sex was thick in the air, making his mouth water. He groaned, shoving his hand into thick curly hair. Dark grey eyes looked up and met his with a mischievous glint. She started to pull away, and he felt the insane urge to punish her. He held her head steady in his hands, preventing her escape. The wet gagging sound she made as she swallowed his cock was almost too much.
"You're not in control today, princess. I am. Finish me. Now," he ordered, fucking her face even harder than before. Tears ran down her cheeks at his force, streaking mascara in their wake. All the same, her fingers pressed into his ass, spurring him onward. He breathed in deeply, the smell of her own arousal filled his head. And iron.
'Blood?' he wondered before looking down. A puddle of blood began to grow on the floor. Mina's face was ashen, and he quickly released her.
"Mina?" he whispered as her body fell to the floor. Her abdomen gushed blood until it was pouring onto the hardwood below. Shisui looked on in horror as the puddle grew, staining the blankets of his bed, the floors. He backed up, slipping in it. His legs were coated in it. He tried to scream for help but his voice refused to work.
He was eight years old again, surrounded by trees. His hand moved to his kunai pouch. An Iwa-nin was behind them, closing the distance between them. He heard the ring of Kaminari's tanto as she deflected a kunai that was headed for him. If they could make it across the river, Kaminari had a plan to electrify the current on the surface. The smell of algae that the Teshio River was famous for was thick in the air.
"We're close," Bisuke barked out.
Uhei howled in pain behind them. Shisui flipped on the tree branch, throwing shuriken at one of their pursuers. The Iwa-nin fell to the forest floor. Kaminari scooped the greyhound into her arms and continued to run.
"I smell more," she said when they reached the river. Shisui could feel his heart pound when she hid the limp dog beneath a mulberry bush. "Treat his wounds," she ordered.
The dog's breath had turned shallow under his touch as Shisui used the last of their styptic powder on him. His hands shook when he opened the package. Metal rang out when Kaminari threw a kunai with ninja wire to the other bank.
"Bisuke, make tracks," she said quietly, stamping her feet into the mud to make it look like Shisui and Uhei had fled. The small dog followed suit.
"You're going to be okay, Uhei," Shisui whispered from their hiding space, wrapping bandages around his torso. "It's already slowing. The powder's working. You're going to be just fine."
Small hands pushed him completely under the mulberry bush. The concussion he received earlier throbbed, and spots danced in front of his eyes.
"Got you now, brat," a woman said. From his position, he could hear a sword unsheath. Kaminari had ordered him to hide—she didn't want to risk him being electrocuted on the river. He was far too unstable on his feet for this fight. Sleep threatened to overtake him as he huddled against the wounded ninken.
"Oh, really?" Kaminari said lazily. "Come and get me, if you can."
Water splashed from the river. He could hear metal clash against metal. There was a zing of electricity punctuated by the larger splash of a body falling into the water.
"One down," he muttered under his breath.
Four more shinobi dropped down from the trees overhead.
"Kaede?!" one of the men screamed, rushing downstream to retrieve the kunoichi.
"Fucking Konoha scum!" another yelled. There was another zing. Another splash.
"Two!" Kaminari yelled.
In the same instant that Shisui jumped out of the bush, Kaminari's scream rent the air. An oversized sword swung down, cutting her tanto in half and ripping into her torso.
Shisui sat up and ran a hand over his face to clear the sweat. Blood smeared onto his forehead. At some point in the night, he had pulled a kunai out from under his pillow where he kept it.
"Fuck," he muttered. His palm was bleeding, staining the sheets below. Chucking the kunai across the room, he reached for the first aid kit from his nightstand. He growled when he remembered he had packed it in a storage scroll yesterday. Instead, he snatched a hand towel from his shared bathroom. Itachi would have to deal with it later.
His head dropped to his chest as he held onto the bathroom counter with a bloodless grip. Of all the things to dream. Kaminari didn't deserve that. She was just playing a role when she tried to seduce him. Just doing her job, the same as him. Hell, she was probably so brainwashed from living in Kumogakure that she thought nothing of it. Everyone knew Kumo was a massive orgy. She should be at home in Konoha, where she would be respected and not treated like a piece of meat. Yet here he was, fantasizing about dominating her.
"Fuck," he muttered again. Anger and shame coursed through him at the thought of sweet little Kaminari trapped in Kumogakure. It was his fault. And Kakashi's. Bakashi, he corrected. Obito had always been right.
His orders were clear; he was to officially relieve Asuma's command over the Daimyo's guard in the capital. Though it was never said, it was punishment. From the Hokage, or from Kakashi, or even Obito, he wasn't sure. It was perhaps the most boring job in the world. He supposed he should have been grateful that Kakashi hadn't outright killed him. Or even sent him to the Land of Snow on some bullshit 'reconnaissance' mission to freeze his ass off. Probably Obito's orders then, an attempt to save his 'precious baby cousin' from Kakashi's wrath.
The wood of the bathroom door frame creaked behind him. He met Itachi's eyes in the mirror.
"When are you leaving?" Itachi asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Two hours. They're making me sign out with Kotetsu."
Itachi nodded before walking back to his own room. By the time he walked back, Shisui had showered and dressed for the day.
"A parting gift," Itachi said, laying a small box on his dresser before walking out.
Shisui smiled when he pulled out a framed picture of his family. His aunt, Mikoto, and uncle, Fugaku, stood in the background with Itachi and Sasuke in the front. On the back of the frame in Itachi's neat scrawl was written, 'As long as more Uchihas are like you, our future is secure. Love, Itachi.'
Kumogakure, Jounin Apartment #53
Mina groaned in exasperation at her fifth attempt to break the sealed documents in the back of her personnel file. Her hands were covered in ink and soot. The apartment smelled like a match factory, with sulfur powder all over the kitchen table.
"Damn it, Sandaime-sama, what's the key?" she groused while washing her hands. While drying her hands, she pulled out the spare box of cat litter from the bathroom. It was leftover from catsitting for Samui. She put on a pair of exam gloves from the first aid kit. After thoroughly mixing the sulfur powder with the clean cat litter, she scooped it back into the box. The front door turned, and she looked up.
"Fuck," she cursed under her breath, dropping the box of cat litter onto the table. She snatched her personnel folder and shoved it into a kitchen cabinet.
"I'm home," Darui greeted, hanging up his keys on a hook near the door.
"Welcome home," Mina returned. She grabbed the box of cat litter and put it near the door.
"It smells awful in here. What's with the cat litter?"
"Oh, just spilled some sulfur powder and had to clean it up." She gave him a soft kiss on the lips before returning to clean the kitchen table. He blinked a few times before shaking his head. He'd heard stranger things from her before.
The door to the weapons closet opened. She could hear rustling as he put away his sword and kunai pouch.
"How was your day?" she called over as she wiped down the table with a damp rag. Satisfied that the sulfur was gone, she snapped off the gloves and threw them away.
"Dull. Paperwork. Called maintenance to fix a wall. More paperwork."
"Again? How many is that this week?"
Darui walked back into the main room and chuckled. "Sorry, I've lost count."
"I'll make dinner tonight," Mina offered.
He raised an eyebrow in response. "You are acting suspicious."
Mina pointed to herself incredulously. "Oh, come on. At my age? Suspicious? Please. I am a proud jounin kunoichi of Kumogakure. I would never stoop to pulling a prank."
"Very suspicious." He carefully walked down the hallway running his foot along the boards to check for traps. "Is it in my room?"
"Is what?"
"The prank."
"I just told you, I'm not acting suspicious. I didn't pull a prank."
"Right." He gingerly opened his door and felt around the door frame for trip wire before entering.
"Darui, I didn't sabotage your room. I haven't done that in years."
He walked back out to the kitchen, crossing his arms over his chest.
"But you did sabotage something?" he prompted.
Carefully keeping the personnel folder out of his line of vision, Mina pulled out a clean rice pot. "Of course not. I may have left a little surprise in C's desk, but it certainly wasn't what I would call sabotage."
Darui hummed in disbelief before placing his hands on her hips, pulling her back into him. "Killer Bee arrived earlier today. He said he'll be over tonight."
"You should've started with that. I could've made roast octopus," she joked, adding more uncooked rice into the pot. Darui kept his hands on her as she walked to the sink to wash the rice.
He traced his lips along the side of her neck, causing goosebumps to spring in his wake. "Hachibi-sama would eat you first," he whispered. As he let his hands roam underneath her shirt, she dropped her head back onto his shoulder with a groan.
Her breath hitched when he lightly brushed his thumb against her nipple. "I could eat you."
"Mm, could you, now?" he murmured before nipping her earlobe. "Are you going to be my good girl?"
He pushed the cups of her bra below her breast underneath her shirt and rolled her nipple between his fingers. His other hand was a vice on her hip, pulling her back against his steadily growing erection.
"And if I'm not?" she taunted. "If I'm very naughty?"
He bit her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark the next day.
"I can think of a few things to correct your behavior." Light blue sparks erupted from his fingertips and tickled her breast.
She turned around in his arms, and rising up on her toes, kissed his neck. Her fingernails left light scratches as they ran underneath his shirt down his body. She unbuttoned his pants and teased the waistband of his boxers before finally sinking to her knees, pulling his pants down with her.
Fluttering her eyelashes up at him, she said, "Better be on my best behavior, then."
His cock was heavy in her hand as she gently caressed him. He always smelled delicious to her: salt, musk, and ozone. Teasing him with her tongue, running it along his veins, she pulled back. She could feel herself grow damp with every pass over his shaft.
"Mina," he warned lowly, with a gentle hand on the back of her head.
Looking up with an impish grin, she gripped his base and guided him into her mouth. He hissed, a low feline sound that reminded her of his summons. She gently sucked the tip before taking him fully down her throat. The taut muscles of his hips strained against her hands, reminding her that he was strong enough to toss her onto his bed like a rag doll, and had done so many times before.
Her hand dipped down beneath her panties. As she touched herself, circling her clit with light fingers, she moaned.
"Just like that," he groaned out, guiding her head with every pass. "You're so good at that, baby."
A blush spread across her face, dipping down to her chest. She looked up and met his black eyes. His free hand caressed her cheek as she continued to take him down her throat.
"Finish yourself," he said, swiping his thumb along her jaw.
She sped up against her clit until she could feel her impending orgasm. His head dropped back as her moans grew louder around his cock. She could feel him swelling in her mouth, his own orgasm just below the surface. He was fighting it back, and his counter rhythm against her mouth grew erratic. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, she crested the wave. Heat flowed out from her sex until she felt surrounded by it.
"Swallow it," he ordered brusquely. His hand gentled on the back of her head, allowing her to let go if she truly wanted, despite his demand. She wanted to please him. He came with a loud grunt, and she bottomed out against him, swallowing harshly. When she was sure he was done, she licked her way off of his softening cock, paying extra attention to the head.
He pulled her to her feet, and kissed her sweet and slow. She had no doubt he could taste himself on her tongue.
"Darui," she moaned, wrapping her legs around his hips. He pulled her shirt off with one hand, laying her back down on the kitchen table. Her exposed nipples puckered in the cool air. She reached behind her back to take off the bra he shoved beneath her breasts.
"Keep your hands behind your back," he murmured while kissing his way down her throat.
She began to pant when he finally reached her nipple. He sucked one into his mouth while lightly pinching and tugging the other. Her back arched up, and she spread her legs to accommodate him. He reached up with one hand to brush her cheek. The simple action brought a fierce blush to her cheeks. She felt it spread down her arms and over the tops of her breasts.
He lifted his mouth from her nipple. "You're so good for me," he said softly, looking up at her from the valley of her breasts and switching his attention to the other.
"Darui," she repeated with a gasp when his touch turned rough against her skin. He always seemed to know exactly which buttons to push.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the apartment door. The knock was an odd rhythm, she had no doubt was to a rap.
"Go wash up, baby. I'll let him in," Darui said, kissing the tip of her nose. He looked behind him, his eyes fixed on her naked breasts once more before grabbing the can of air freshener.