Uchiha Training Field, outskirts of the Capital City

Mina buried her cold nose against Shisui's throat. Goosebumps sprung against her arms as the light snow flurries landed on her skin. Years in the high mountains of Kumogakure could not acclimate her cooling skin enough for this kind of exposure. She sniffled again, breathing in his warmth.

"You were my best friend too," she whispered. "I…don't hold anything against you. You couldn't have known. And I…I would have given my life for yours over again."

His fingers brushed against the raised scar on her abdomen, quickly moving away to smooth skin. He rested his forehead against hers, holding her closer.

"I wish it had been me. Every day. I wish that it had been me."

"Shisui—"

"It should've been me."

Looking up for the first time in hours, she kissed his tear-streaked cheek. She wrapped her legs tightly around his hips, kissing the other cheek in turn. He locked his hand into her hair, his eyes carefully searching hers, for what she wasn't sure. Closing her eyes, she leaned forward and kissed his lips. His lips were soft against hers, dominant, unyielding in his demands.

She moved her lips with his, easily following his lead. His fingers threaded through her hair, loosening the carefully placed pins, smearing the mud from the training ground.

Warmth pooled in her lower abdomen at the feel of his warm calloused hands on her bare back. He pulled her in closer, his sweatpants were smooth against her bare thighs. Thrusting her fingers into his hair with one hand, he groaned as she gently tugged his hair back, exposing the side of his jaw and throat. He shivered as she dipped her cold hand beneath his sweatshirt, tracing the lines of his muscles.

Her nipples pebbled against the chill in the air as she sought his warmth.

"Slow down," Shisui murmured, tugging her hair back, kissing down her jaw. Her shoulder instinctually went up to her ear, preventing him from reaching her neck.

"Sorry," Mina whispered, trying to fight her body's instinct.

He kissed her lips, slowly sipping. Resting his forehead on hers he said, "Don't worry about it. Your body isn't accustomed to mine anymore."

He was strong against her, his hands commanding as they dragged her closer on his lap. She could feel his cock harden beneath his clothes, and shuddered in anticipation, grinding herself down on him with a soft moan against his lips.

"Fuck," he hissed, slipping one hand down the back of her shorts. She ground down again, forcing his hand to go even lower on her ass.

Without thinking, she began to yank at the top drawstring of his sweatpants. "I need you," she whispered breathlessly.

He pinned her hand, stilling her into submission.

"I'm not going to fuck you on a training field in the middle of winter, Mina," he grumbled, locking her hand behind her back.

"Maybe I'll fuck you instead. Clearly you're having trouble asserting dominance."

Swiping a rough thumb across her cheek with his free hand, he pulled back and met her eyes. Questions swirled below the surface of his furrowed brow until his gaze hardened altogether. The nod he gave her was so slight she almost missed it before he crushed her to his chest and jumped to his feet. Teleporting them both back to the boarding house room, he wasted no time throwing her on the bed.

"That was fast," she commented, grabbing the front of his sweatshirt and ripping it off his head.

"I've had about enough of that mouth. It's going to get you into trouble someday, and you won't be able to talk your way out of it."

He yanked a kunai from his pocket, carefully popping it along the seams of her shorts until the material fell away from her body.

Cold air bombarded her skin like small daggers of ice, she rushed to grab a blanket from the side of the bed. "Was that seriously necessary?" she asked, pushing him when he stopped her.

Answering her question without words, he ran the kunai up the front of her shirt, welting the skin in the valley of her breasts. She whimpered at the touch of the cold blade, fighting her instincts to push him away. He threw it to the corner of the room, it landed in the soft wood with a thud that vibrated up the tang of the knife.

He turned her around, shoving her belly into the lumpy mattress and locking her wrists against the small of her back in his warm grip.

"You know what you need?" he asked conversationally as she tried to buck away from him. "Someone to fuck that attitude out of you."

Her heart pounded in her chest as he kicked her feet wider, removing any leverage she had to fight him. The spice of his cologne overwhelmed her senses. Her body reacted far too well to his, and arousal flooded her, heat spread from her cheeks to the top of her chest.

"Shisui—"

He rested his forehead on her back, his cock was hot in the cleft of her ass beneath his sweatpants. He exhaled and pulled his groin away from her, as though the feel of her even through his pants was too much. "Tell me to stop and I will. I promise."

She nodded with her head on the mattress, her cheek scraping against the smooth cotton.

"No snappy comeback? You must really want this cock."

She thrust back, trying to gain leverage.

"Tsk, tsk."

"Shisui—" she whined. "Please…"

A metallic zipper ripped open behind her, followed by the clang of metal chains. He cuffed a cold handcuff around her wrist. Goosebumps sprung against the chill. She struggled beneath his grip. He paused, massaging his warm hand down her back.

"Easy, Mina. They're civilian cuffs. You could break out of these easily if you wanted to. You need the loss of control. I learned that back in that Ryokan."

"Bullshit," she spat, still struggling as he snapped the second cuff shut. "I don't need someone else to control me. Least of all you."

Without further warning, he thrust two fingers inside her, and she moaned loudly when he curled them against her. With his free hand, he threaded his fingers in her hair, pulling her up by her head against his chest. Every nerve in her scalp tingled under his authoritative touch. Pulling his fingers outside of her pussy, he held them up in the dim moonlight, her arousal caught the light as it slid down his fingers.

"Nah, you see, you like someone else calling the shots. Your body can't lie to me." He tapped his finger against her lips, easily gliding them into her mouth. "Suck them."

His fingers were rough against her tongue, as she sucked her tang off his fingers. He moved her head in time with her mouth as drool ran down her chin. Releasing the grip on her waist, he opened the nightstand drawer and whistled quietly.

"Quite a collection, Miss Hatake."

Her eyes rolled back as she felt her control slip away while he casually perused her toy drawer with his fingers still in her mouth. She whimpered when he drew his fingers out, laying her back down on her stomach. There had been a vain hope he would send her on her knees and replace his fingers with his cock. Instead, he kept one hand on her mid back, fiddling with a toy in the other. A bottle was uncapped with a quiet click. Lube was cold against her folds, though he needn't have bothered—she could feel her arousal coating her inner thighs. The need to rub them together to find relief was overwhelming, his feet continued to force her legs apart, denying any pleasure she could find on her own. He ground his cock against her ass, hot and heavy in contrast to the cold lube that was slowly dripping onto the bed covers.

"You have a very greedy pussy, you know that?" To emphasize his point, he thrust his fingers inside her, her walls spasmed around his intrusion. "You want this cock?"

"Fuck me already." She reached up with her foot and tried to lock her leg around his, forcing him to move closer. Heat flooded against her skin as he spanked her ass in punishment. The movement from the drawer stopped and he pulled his fingers away from her.

"Earn it, princess." Replacing his fingers with a large vibrator, she squirmed, letting loose a long moan when he turned it on. He rustled in the nightstand again. "You want to know what I think?"

"No," she panted. He spanked her again, releasing a fresh flood of arousal at the bite of pain.

"Disrespectful." The tip of an anal plug pushed against her opening as he slowly worked it in. "Push back." She did as he asked, swallowing the wanton moan when he turned it on as well. "See? You can be a good girl when you try."

She shifted her weight from foot to foot, trying to slow the impending orgasm as he increased the vibrations. He rocked her from side to side, the movement intensifying the sensations as the dildo pulsed against the anal plug. Heat poured into her groin, every motion became too much. The wave crested, flooding her nerves as she bucked uncontrollably, unable to stop it.

"One," he muttered, pushing her chest against the bed as she shuddered against his groin from where he stood behind her. He turned the toy off, waited for a moment, then turned it on high.

"What are you—oh gods." Words fell out of her mouth without any cognition or cognizance. She vaguely realized the low rumble was his chuckle as she approached another peak.

"There we go. Two."

She whimpered as the second climax approached far too quickly. She fought against the cuffs on her back, the cold metal scraping her skin. The third orgasm crashed into before the second finished. Crying out, her legs tensed under the onslaught.

"Three," he said smugly.

Shisui's hand was comforting on her back, pressing her against the mattress as her legs finally gave out. He turned off both of the toys. Sweat beaded along her skin despite the cool room air.

"What are you—" Mina moaned softly.

"Shh," he soothed when she whimpered again as he removed the dildo. A condom wrapper crinkled behind her. He circled slowly around her clit, she pushed back against him. "Greedy, greedy girl."

In one swift thrust, he sheathed himself inside her, lighting every nerve on fire in his wake. He seized her hips in his hands, slowly easing her off of him. He filled her again, his balls slapped against her clit, she struggled to find purchase on the hardwood floor. His rough hands on her hips were the only things keeping her upright.

The wave crested again, she tried to fight its hold, the heat spread down from her cheeks to the tops of her breasts.

"I can't. I can't," she cried, feeling the pleasure breach for a fourth time.

He leaned down and bit her shoulder, continuing his pace.

"Be a good girl and come for me," he ordered, keeping his weight on her back. The cuffs pressed against her bound hands; a reminder of his control. Under his command, she stopped fighting her body's needs and quietly gave in.

Her walls pulsed around him, and he grunted in anticipation. "Such a good little slut, coming for me."

She glowed under his praise, wanting nothing more in that moment than to please him.

"You have one more, Mina," he warned. She shook her head rapidly against the soft comforter in protest. "Oh yes you do."

He removed a hand from her hip, fishing around in her toy drawer and pulling a bullet vibrator out.

"No. No. No—no—no. I can't—" she whined.

He grunted again, his balls slapping against her clit. "Please me, princess. Give me one more."

She moaned as he pressed the vibrator against her clit, sheathing himself in at the same time. The next orgasm slammed into her, burning her in a shock of heat. She screamed out as her body shuddered around him. The smell of sex was thick in the air, her ears rang in the aftermath and she whimpered softly in response.

He kissed her shoulder blades gently, easing himself out. Keeping on hand on her shoulder, she heard him slip the condom off, throwing it into the wastebasket near the nightstand. He used a handcuff key, and unlocked the cuffs on her wrists.

His arms were so warm as he lifted her up on the bed. He kissed her softly. The warm bedding caressed her skin as he covered them. He held her wrists against his lips, then laid them on his chest.

"Thank you. You please me."

She yawned and gave him a satisfied smile. "Yeah?"

"You please me, Mina."

A soft blush warmed the tops of her cheeks. She groped the top of the nightstand for her headscarf. He buried a laugh against the top of her head, his chest shaking in silence as she covered her hair.

"It's not that funny."

He smirked down at her then kissed the crown of her head. "You're the only woman I know to care that much about her hair."

"Shame. More women could do with a silk sleep scarf. You could use one too." She yawned again. "Help those short curls of yours gain some…definition…" She trailed off, her eyes fluttered closed.

"Sleep, sweetheart." He tilted her head up, resting his lips against hers. "Sleep."

"Mm." She rested her arm across his waist. He was warm, comfortable. His chakra settled against hers like the sweet promise of memory. She kissed the top of his chest and snuggled closer. Contentedness flowed from her, carrying her off to unconsciousness.

Shisui blinked his eyes open in the dark room, Mina's soft breaths puffed against the side of his arm. That had been the first time he had ever dared to say a woman's name in bed. She had made it too easy—too easy to feel things he shouldn't. Or to want things he couldn't have.

He turned into her, hiking her bare leg further onto his hip. She looked so sweet in her sleep, when she wasn't running her sassy mouth. The headscarf she was sleeping in was new, another piece to the puzzle of who she became. Years ago, she kept her hair in two neat French braids, unwilling, or unable, to contend with her natural hair texture. Kakashi had certainly never learned; the twin French braid was the only hair style the man knew.

He stroked his hand up her waist. His thumb caught against the raised scar on her abdomen. He squeezed his eyes shut against the onslaught of memories that came unbidden. There was a small scar on her upper shoulder blade that was new, and he turned his attention to it instead to ease the flood of guilt. The small white mark on her upper forehead she had received when Isamu died had faded as the years passed. Lately, he noticed she cut her hair to cover the small indent in her otherwise flawless skin.

She was beautiful, sweet, yet unyielding with a quiet strength few women he'd met possessed. The last few days made Shisui believe, as much as she liked to try and hide it, she was as submissive out of bed as she was in it. She wanted someone else to lead her. Needed it, even.

Sitting up, he sighed. Tucking the covers under her chin, he kissed her bare shoulder. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, and fished beneath it for his boxers. Pages from the book on her nightstand fluttered when a breeze flew through the broken crack in the window. It was missing a shard of glass and covered by a small piece of cardboard.

This place really was a dump. Shisui picked up the book on the nightstand, removing the paper jacket. A smirk crossed his face at the copy of 'Icha Icha' she was trying to hide under a book jacket for 'Haiku and Religious Verses.' Opening it to the bookmark, he pulled the small strip of paper out. It was folded carefully, water stained with small drops, the ink smeared in places.

Though almost completely smeared, 'I love you,' was written in the first sentence of the telegram.

"Fuck," he whispered when he read the rest of it. Clear as day, he was holding her standing orders from Kumogakure. He had hoped she was truly a missing-nin as she claimed.

'Bees fly in ordered meanderings. Stop. They gather pollen from leaves flying away from lavender. Stop. A beach vacation would be nice. Stop.'

Shisui shook his head in disbelief, slipping the piece of paper back in the book and placing it on the nightstand, removing his hand as though he'd been burned.

The sheets rustled from the other side of the bed. "Shisui?" Mina asked groggily, reaching out a hand. He took it, kissing the back of her knuckles.

"Go back to sleep. Just a bad dream."

She grumbled, yanking him back to the bed. "You go to sleep," she groused with her eyes closed.

Leaning down,he kissed her lips gently. "I have to go. Kakashi will have my head on a pike if I don't return to my apartment."

She cracked open an eye, squinting against the moonlight. "Fuck him. Go to sleep. I'm a grown woman. Who I share my body with is my business and none of his."

He quietly laughed while tugging on his discarded pants. "I like living a bit too much to chance it. I'll see you around?"

She grumbled again and flipped onto her other side.

Thoroughly rebuffed, he slipped his shoes on and opened the window. The streets were frigid at midnight, a thin blanket of snow coating the cobblestones. No doubt it would melt before mid-morning. He kept the folded yukata underneath his arms and hurried to his apartment.

Obito was still awake, sipping a steaming cup of tea, most likely cut with brandy, on the balcony. He waved at him, jumping the two stories and plopping down on his patio furniture.

His older cousin tried to hide a smirk behind his teacup. "It's only midnight. Must've been a rough lay for you to be back so soon."

Shisui exhaled, taking the cup from his cousin's hand and downing the contents. "Got anymore brandy?"

Raising an eyebrow, Obito pulled a flask from his pocket and passed it over. Shisui filled the cup and chugged it.

"Slow down, kid," Obito groused, ripping the flask from Shisui's hand. "This isn't the cheap stuff you steal from Fugaku's liquor cabinet."

"Gods, I need to be drunk right now."

"Must've been a really rough lay."

Shisui pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut. "Don't call her that, please, I'm begging you."

"Ah, so it's feelings, then," he needled, standing up to head to the kitchen. "Do I need to get the hard stuff for this conversation you clearly are dying to have?"

"Please."

Obito huffed a shell of a laugh. He returned from the kitchen with the bottle of imported rum he had given Shisui for his jounin anniversary. The cap pinged against the table as he poured two tea cups worth of rum.

"Alright. Life advice with Obito-nii, let's hear it," Obito bemused, taking a long drink out of his cup.

"Fuck, okay." Shisui down the contents of his glass, grimacing as it burned his throat. "So, theoretically—"

"I love the start of this," Obito teased, leaning his head on his hand.

"It's a serious question. Theoretically, if a kunoichi, for instance, defected from a shinobi village, under what circumstances could she be granted clemency and refuge in Konoha?"

Obito sat back, crossing his arms over his chest with a furrowed brow. He waved his hand for Shisui to continue.

"Say for instance this kunoichi is a former citizen of the Land of Fire, her citizenship could be reinstated, right?"

"That depends on how she left. If she left as a civilian, and wanted to turn on her village, in exchange for her intelligence, Konoha would consider refuge and clemency. If she has anything of value to offer, that is. That is also including her specialties and capabilities."

"And if she left as a kunoichi?" Shisui held his breath, focusing instead on the steadily diminishing cup of rum. To stall for time, he held up the bottle, offering Obito a refill.

"Aren't you full of secrets lately. If she left as a kunoichi, she would be at the mercy of Torture and Interrogation for the abandonment of her post."

"And that's the law? There's no exception? You're a politician, nii-san. There's always a loophole."

Obito's eye narrowed, he set the teacup on the icy table. "I'm a shinobi first. My first and only duty is to Konohagakure no Sato."

Waving his hands in front of him, Shisui hurriedly added, "I didn't mean anything by it. It's… you know all the laws. Please. I need one loophole. Just one."

"What's her name?"

"Loophole."

"If I tell you the loophole, you'll tell me her name? Look who's learning to negotiate."

"Negotiations were always your specialty. I learned from the best."

Obito closed his eye, then opened it, looking up at the ceiling. "There is one possible loophole I can think of for your wayward kunoichi. But you're not going to like it."

"Okay?"

"Put a baby in her belly. Then keep doing that every year to postpone her prison sentence. Or get someone else with a kekkei genkei to do it. By law, she would have to remain within Konoha's boundaries if that were to happen. The prison is outside of the boundary markers. Though, she would be on house arrest for the duration of her pregnancies and postpartum period."

"Absolutely not. Not only no, hell no. Kakashi would kill me. Slowly."

"So, it's Kaminari Hatake, then?"

Shisui sighed, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. "I did promise you the name for a loophole. Yeah, it's Mina."

"She survived."

There was a tightness in Obito's mild comment that made Shisui take a second look at his cousin's face.

"Yeah, barely. I don't think she killed her ally like you and Itachi said."

Obito shrugged. "It doesn't matter if she did or didn't. Not like Zabuza Momichi was an ally of Konoha. Kakashi wants her home too."

"So…you'll do it for Kakashi?"

He shrugged again. "Is she even willing to return?"

Shisui circled the ice layer on the table with his fingertip. "No. She's not. I just wanted to know if it was even an option…"

Taking a long drink of his rum, Obito set the cup back on the table, watching as it slid. He dropped his voice to a whisper, "If you use the kotoamatsukami on her, I can make you a deal."

Shisui's eyes widened, "I—no. I can't do that to her. What if we needed it for something else?"

Obito shrugged. "If you take everything that she knows about Kumo, and deliver it to TI, you'd have a deal. She was close to the Raikage, partner to the Godaime-presumptive Raikage. According to Kakashi, he was her lover. Or one of them, anyway. Father to her children. She's bound to know something worth saving her ass. Isn't she more important to you than any other potential target?"

"Children?" Shisui felt sick to his stomach, his face began to sweat despite the cold air. "I don't think she's had children."

"Oh?" Obito raised a brow.

"No. I've been with kunoichi who are mothers, before. Her body isn't like theirs, not by a mile. I don't think she's been pregnant once, let alone more than once."

"You really are becoming quite the man-whore, you know."

Shisui rolled his eyes, reclining back in the chair. It was part and parcel of the same lecture he received from Obito and Fugaku for the last six years.

"Kakashi said she has five. Not that it matters either way. With her connections, she probably has excellent intelligence that could help us should we come into conflict with Kumogakure. Don't you want her back in Konoha? With decent people that won't treat her like a piece of meat?"

Shisui hesitated, finishing the last of the rum in his cup.

"You know, they have mandatory orgies in Kumo. Mass impregnation events, to sustain their population. I heard they even tie the women up if they protest. Is that really the kind of life you want for her?"

Shisui felt sick to his stomach. "Those are rumors."

Obito shrugged, drinking more of his rum. "Maybe, but in every rumor lies a kernel of truth. Why do you think it's rare to see Kumo kunoichi running around? It is usually only shinobi. In any case, Kakashi wants his baby sister back. They did kidnap her, after all. That's not her home."

Pouring more rum into his cup, Shisui tried to control his breathing.

Obito continued, "Sometimes, you have to do what's best for someone, even if it's not what they want. All you would need to do is replace Kumo with Konoha. It'd be an easy enough trick for you."

"And in exchange?"

Obito smiled. "Like I said, information about Kumo. Everything she knows. I would also order that she is not to leave the country under any circumstance. Or the village without another jounin or higher accompanying her."

"My dojutsu is foolproof, nii-san. That's not necessary."

Obito lightly slapped the back of Shisui's head. "No jutsu is foolproof. Everything has a weakness. I taught you that. Apparently the lesson didn't get through your thick skull."

Shisui huffed. "She's a damn good medic. She could work at the hospital."

"Now you're thinking like a man instead of a boy. She belongs in Konoha, with her family and friends."

"Can you really do this? Make the exception?"

Obito didn't answer for a time, staring off into the distance at the city's glittering lights. Shisui felt his heart sink under his cousin's silence.

Obito started slowly, "I could make it happen. If she has the right information. What you'll need to do is use your dojutsu, then render her unconscious for a few days. We'll make a story, say she was in a massive accident while on a long term mission here in the capital. You could even give her a head injury to make it realistic.

"She'll wake up in the hospital, go home with Kakashi. He still owns the Hatake estate, which will give him time to clear it. In the meantime, I will draft an S-rank order for all hospital staff to act like she has worked there before. We will say she was in the capital for the last five years. Anyone close to Kakashi will be placed under the same gag order with a silencing seal."

"What about Kakashi? Do you really think he'll go along with this?"

"I think he wants his sister returned home more than he cares about the ethics of how that comes to be. He's a pragmatic man."

"If anyone questions her memories in front of her…It might unravel."

"It won't. And if it does, I will intervene."

Shisui sighed. "I don't like it."

"Would you rather her whore her body to Kumo-nin? And whoever else Kumo wants to sell her to?"

"No."

"Good." Obito stood up, taking the empty bottle of rum and teacups with him. Turning his back from the door he added, "And, otouto, I was serious about the baby business. It will keep her in Konoha. As soon as you can."

Shisui shook his head in denial. "He really will kill me."

"Not if you wed her before you openly bed her." Obito winked at him, closing the glass door.

"We're just friends, you know!" Shisui stage-whispered so Obito could hear on the other side.

AN: Thank you for reading! If you have time, please leave a comment.

I'm trying to get back to them as soon as I can. Cherry wanted me to rewrite the smut scene into something a bit more vanilla and softer. But idk, I kind of like that he's trying to dom her because that's all Shisui knows. While he's far from a virgin, he's never truly been intimate with someone. It's foreign to him. What do you guys think? Also curious how the Darui/Mina relationship feels in contrast.

While not intentional, the song 'Arcade' by Duncan Laurence with Fletcher goes really nicely for Shisui and Mina's relationship in this fic. Then I like 'Into Your Arms' by Witt Lowry and Ava Marie and 'Just Might (Make me Believe) by Sugarland for Darui/Mina. I made a whole playlist for this fic.

Much love, till next time.

Beta'ed by: Cherryberry12