It was late; or was it early? Ay didn't bother to keep track of how long he practiced his body after an hours-long session of paperwork. Sitting at a desk, even with his weighted shackles, felt like he was letting his physique wane. Working the pen and stamp more than the other Kages – in his 'modest' opinion – he still had the endurance to keep up with his workout regiment, even if it took him past midnight. Darui had long since retired, though not from a lack of duty. Growling at him in the training room, the Raikage had told his right-hand man, "Either pick up the dumbbells and train, or rest yourself for tomorrow! I need no protection in here!" To oppose this blusterous statement would be to imply weakness, and none took to be calling weak like the Raikage. Roaring as he lifted five-hundred pounds victoriously with one hand, he announced it in a voice that echoed and shook the whole stronghold: "I AM STRONG!!" He had trained long and hard, as though rest did not apply to him. And despite his rigorousness, he'd barely broken a sweat. This was not to build strength; this was a warm-up. There was simply not enough time in the day for him to peak and exceed his current potential. But, he was human, and he was wise; wise enough to know that even a strong man should not test his limits so hastily.His weight room was returned to its orderly state before he left; many outside his realm thought him a chaotic man, but he demanded order. In his wild country, he still had unflinching domain. Respect for him was born from his fearlessness. Citizens rallied at his call, proclaiming themselves the strongest nation. Konohagakure was seemingly in ruin every decade; the Mist was bloody with civil war and corrupt leaders; cowering in the desert was the village of the young and inexperienced Kazekage; Iwagakure snuck around in ways that always had the Raikage keeping an eye on them.
Ay prowled the dim hallways. Not a noise was made, save for the sound of his footsteps. Mabui must've retired as well. She was always on top of things, and always found something more to do. If she was done for the night, then Ay was done too. He'd check his office to see if there were any papers that had snuck by his notice, and then he would go to bed. If memory served correctly, there had been a rather unusually-high stack Omoi and Karui both had to carry to his office as he went to train.
He took hold of the doorknob of his office before an odd feeling crept up his neck. His scowl did not change, but he knew something was amiss; a dangerous man had a sixth sense for danger. Although, whatever it was, he would meet it and subdue it. The doorknob turned fearlessly, and he stepped in.
He had half-expected to be ambushed on either side – or even from above – but no such attack came. The room was dark, but against the window-wall, he could clearly see the lone silhouette of one who was not meant to be there.
He was mistaken about the papers Omoi and Karui supposedly delivered. But there was a woman, garbed in black robe designed with infamous red clouds. The garment concealed her, but her skin gleamed even in the dark. Her back was to the Raikage; a submissive move, for none who meant harm to him would be idiot enough to turn their back. She surveyed outside coolly, thoughts elsewhere.
Not one to react obscenely to the unexpected, Ay grunted, annoyed, and switched on the light. No mistaking it now… "Akatsuki," he grumbled.
He had heard about them, but they weren't much of a concern in his eyes. They were a private sect; warmongers from what he understood, and the Stone Village wasn't opposed to employing them from time to time. If this was some kind of warning or threat proposed by Iwagakure, Ay was not impressed. Woman or not, an assassin from some cowering group would be dispatched, and their employers would soon face the wrath of an inconvenienced Raikage.
Gradually, the woman turned until her amber eyes, highlighted by violet-painted lids, were cast across the room to regard him. If this was assassination, she was going about it all wrong. Slow movements meant hesitation. It also meant capitulation, and Ay was ready to demonstrate how quickly he could race at her and bring her down.
"Raikage-sama…"
She knew to be formal, respectful. Ay felt that her acknowledgment of his title and its importance earned her a few moments of his time… or patience. Still stone-faced, he waited for her. He was not about to let an Akatsuki waste his time and steal a few minutes from a well-earned sleep.
His annoyance apparent, Konan turned fully, purposely taking extra steps in her rotation so that no a single movement could be seen as aggressive. She was a wise shinobi; she'd known leaders like Ay and ones much worse, and she had bested them. Mannerisms were key.
"I come in representation…"
"Is it the old man?" growled A.
Konan paused from the interruption.
Onoki sends his Akatsuki dogs in the middle of the night because of a trade he feels unfair?" His mighty right hand waved forward before coming back steadily to his side, quaking as he made a fist that could snap necks. "He's too far in his late years to believe this would work. Hmph. Have I kept you long, Akatsuki?" His right leg began to move back. The time allotted to her respect was just about spent, but the candle of his patience had long since spent its wax.
Konan did not flinch. Her cloak hung on her like the shroud of a spirit, as if nothing occupied its folds. "I did not come here at the summons of the Tsuchikage," she said. "I come at the behest of the leader of Akatsuki."
Snorting, Ay muttered something about his dealings with weak leaders.
Unperturbed, Konan took the granted opportunity to state her case. "Akatsuki has had dealings with the Stone Village and other villages, but I come of our own accord to offer a deal. If not a deal, than a treaty."
Again, Ay snorted. "A treaty?" He eyed her like a hawk. "And what reason would I agree to this? What does a shifty group like Akatsuki need to do that calls for this desperate act?"
The eyes of this woman were hard. Ay was starting to tell that she wasn't an easy prey. It made her more intriguing, as he noticed how most foreigners to his country cowered in his presence. She had not come to him at his best mood, either.
We seek something contained in the Country of Lightning," Konan stated, though her vagueness was apparent. Her eyes narrowed very little, showcasing a bit more of her mascara over amber irises. "We mean no harm to your people, nor harm to your rule, and what we seek, you would be better without."
"I'll be the judge of that," rumbled the man, his voice like far-off thunder that was steadily closing in, bringing with it the fury of a Kumogakure storm. He took a step forward; a move that would make lesser foes back down and tremble. "Kumogakure has some of the greatest artifacts, species and specimens known to the land." His hubris wasn't subtle. "What would your ilk want to take from us?"
Of course, if she told him, he would seek it out himself. If a pebble stuck on the bottom of his sandals was valued by an enemy, Ay would collect it himself just to keep it out of their reach. It was more scornful pride than tact. And what Akatsuki sought... truly sought, he would react with rage.
"You needn't concern yourself" was Konan's cool and only answer.
She didn't plan to tell him. Ay could admire her fortitude and loyalty to her people's cause. He could also charge her out the window, launch her like a javelin and clear all the way to the Land of Stone.
And if I refuse?" He took another step. His fists tightened readily. Less than three meters separated them. "What do you have to barter? A pack of ravenous mercenaries… My military is greater than yours, with one man holding more value than your entire lot."
Konan stayed quiet.
It was the first grin to take Ay's face in a while. He'd cornered the Akatsuki. He was right; they had nothing to offer, and they had mistaken him for a cowardly, greedy old fool like Onoki. "I ask again." His final warning, his way of telling this girl to run as fast as she could. "What do you have to barter to allow you into my realm?"
For the first time, Konan's cloak moved. Her hidden left hand lifted gradually to the high collar of her uniform. Ay watched with skepticism as well as curiosity, the latter not being a trait he was commonly known for, as he was an 'act before questioning' leader.
The top clasp came undone, followed quickly by the second and third. By the fourth button, Ay was allowed a glimpse underneath, and he was quite surprised to see the flash of milky white skin. She was midway down by the time Ay realized what her offer actually was. Her breasts were high, firm globes, their peaks veiled by the opened cloak that would betray their hidden assets at the easiest gust of wind. This, he admitted, was an interesting turn of events.
And the last button came undone.
"This is what I offer," came Konan's cold voice, steady and even. She didn't flinch at all and did not intend to remove her only article of clothing. Like an impassive statue, she stood and waited. Even with the black and red-clouded fabric concealing her plump bust, Ay was given ample view of his rewards to this meeting. Her pale skin, even in view, was soft and cool. He noted the quad of piercings around her navel, and further beneath that was the blue patch trimmed neatly, lining her visible lips.
The smirk he had earlier brandished had flipped. He admired the view, but it felt as though he had been bested himself. Kunoichi had their obvious advantages over male shinobi, and he knew this, yet she got the drop on him. He hadn't fortified his resilience, and after a workout, he felt mentally vulnerable. Already, the course of blood circulation was beginning to change. Ay frowned.
"And you believe I will be taken by this?" The normal, certain tremor of his voice had given an accusatory tone.
"I believe this will suffice. As I've said, we merely wish a treaty." No change in expression, but her face suddenly seemed more solid. "Even temporarily."
Whatever they wanted in the unforgiving peaks of the Cloud, it was something of great value to gamble like this. Ay scorned himself, but though he'd no trouble finding a bed partner, the offer of taking a foreigner enticed him, and it'd been some time since he sampled the fondness of the oppositeVery well, he conceded to himself. There'd be no harm in treading this line. If there was a double-cross, he himself would not rest until vengeance was exacted.
It didn't take the activation of his speedy chakra to have him clear the room to her. At once, she was caught in his shadow, and before she could step back, his right hand took possession of her bosom. His thick fingers shoved aside the cloak, though it stayed stubbornly upon her shoulders. His thumb found the rise of her nipple, and discovered that the studs in her lip and bellybutton were not her only piercings. He made a sound in his throat – a scoff or a chortle – before his thumb and forefinger plucked at the barbell accessory, tugging experimentally, stretching out her brownish nipple just slightly before releasing; the breasts wobbled back in place, and then his hand was pawing again.
"There is no turning back on this deal," Ay growled, and though he knew the girl understood the conditions of dealing, she did not know what she was in for. If it was her body she offered, he'd claim it as he wished. sex.
Konan made not a word, for Ay's wolfish mouth was already on her, his sharp tongue tracing the line of her lips and forcing entrance when she offered the slightest opportunity. There was no tenderness to this kiss; it was too ravenous to even be considered something so tender. He nipped at her lips, and she felt the sharpness of his canines.
But more than that, she felt his hands. Rough calluses bit at her soft flesh relentlessly as he felt the weight of her tit. Ay was impressed by how amply she filled his hand as well as how heavy it was. Soon, his left hand was upon its twin, molding the two breasts as he wished. He pulled his mouth away from hers, exhaling hotly like a beast as his dark eyes peered down at her body, shoving the globes together and presenting her nipples. His thumbs brushed against both of them and flicked the studs.
Her breasts were glorious things; he conceded that, even if he normally didn't trouble admiring the female form. Samui obviously was more stacked, but that didn't mean she lured him as she lured his brother. No, it was a bit more profound than that. He preferred attitude. And Konan's? It made him want to fuck her senseless.
Her breasts were things of amusing play, but the true treasure was lower, much lower, to where her creamy, firm thighs came together.
He was already rising in his loose pants. His buckle needed to come off. He disliked taking his hands off of her, but he needed to get on with it. For him, it wouldn't take long to achieve his goal.
Konan took a step back when his hands left her. She stared as he worked on his belt, idly taking notice of how large his body was, and how the front of his pants had already tented around some massive, hidden thing. She should feel intimidated. Even an experienced kunoichi should quiver at just the hint of his size, but she'd long since lost the sensation of being impressed.
Yet her eyes widened just slightly when, after the belt came off and the pants went slack, he sprung out. Nearly eleven inches sprung free, and the length hardly seemed an issue when he was also so thick, like he made a point to make every muscle of his body well-defined.
Ay did not waste time and kicked away his fallen trousers, tugging the hems over his sandals. "Get on the desk," he told her when he could have just as easily set her there himself. There was a very particular thrill when someone yielded to his verbal command, and Konan listened to him. She backed up until she felt herself at the edge of the table, and then, one cheek at a time, she moved her ass atop of it. Even sitting, she was impassive, though her eyes dropped more than once when he approached with his bobbing cock leading the way
At once, when he'd forced his way between her legs, his right hand cupped her mound, thumb rubbing against her soft curls while his middle finger tested her lips. Her body shifted slightly as an electric surge rose up from her pelvis to deliver all sorts of taunting warnings of what was about to happen. His finger alone was large enough to deliver a very real sensation, but he never tried more than rubbing her. She stayed stationary, watching his hand plunder her groin, though her attention was oftentimes drawn to the object that was no doubt aching to take the place of his digits.
"Uhn..!" She winced, unprepared for the sudden assault on her clitoris Ay's thumb had spent so much time stroking her pubic hair that it seemed he was more interested in that than bringing her any sort of pleasure. His large thumb pressed, then stroked, then rubbed and flicked. He tried an assortment of movements on her sensitive nerve bundle, never giving a moment for her to gain her composure. His two digits worked her in tandem, moving in unison to mount the jolts now sparking in her stomach. She'd considerable control of herself; a lesser kunoichi would have already gripped his hand between her thighs to keep it there, or to try to stave off the heightening pleasure. Almost defiant, her legs remained parted and stable.
Ay didn't care about her resilience, though for the modicum of respect he had to show her. Power and control; he exuberated these traits and respected those who did the same. Darui was a perfect example of this, as well as Mabui and Samui; they were the ones he relied on. It may have been no wonder why Akatsuki sent this fine specimen to him to barter.
But he wasn't about to waste time analyzing or commending the arrogant cleverness of the Akatsuki. Those missing-nin, for whatever reason, had thought him a pushover in terms of dealing. This woman would soon learn the mistake of their presumptions.
His hand lifted slowly off of her groin, and though she made no noise, the expanse and steady drop of her breast showed that she was grateful that he had not continued on to bring her to climax. He could have if he'd the time and patience; both of which were lacking. The horizon threatened with dawn. If he'd planned a full demonstration, the sun would already have run its course along the sky by the time the woman was allowed to leave.
Quickness was his signature, but so was a lasting impression. She would get the fullness of him. He briefly studied the fingers that had probed Konan's quim. The residue of her arousal was apparent, but if he tried to wrench his way within her now… It would not be enjoyable for either of them.
"Hmph." A glared at Konan. "You are responsible for the time spent in preparation."
Konan was not about to argue. She'd come, after all, knowing that this would be a likely outcome of the deal. She couldn't say she actually preferred this method, as it was always a last resort to use her womanly features to serve a purpose. But the Raikage, she was beginning to understand, was adept at adapting to odd circumstances.
His mighty torso sunk between her knees, his hands close to her core to keep them wide for him. His dusky blond head dipped, and his sharp eyes were on target before she felt the point of hiShe winced like ice was suddenly pressed against her back. She arched just slightly, her buttocks tightening underneath her as he flourished his tongue against those petal-like lips. He nuzzled them with deceptive tenderness before penetrating, wriggling deep and showing Konan that his tongue was not limited to verbal cleverness.
Konan kept her lips sealed, though it was becoming harder and harder to sit still. The man's mustache grazed her erect clitoris whenever his head turned to show off tricks with his tongue. Her breasts suddenly began to ache as well, nipples hardening to stiff nubs; the metal through them only exacerbated the feeling, making it near impossible for her not to take a hand from supporting her to pull at them.
Gorging himself on her taste, the Raikage sifted through her depths as if in search of something. His thumbs aided his quest by pulling at either side of her labia, easing open her entrance for his mouth to conquer. When her arousal had accumulated enough to satisfy his needs, he took to more leisurely tactics, such as flicking his tongue against her nub, to which she almost lost a gasp. More directly, more daring, his aim lowered, and Konan could not stifle herself when that region came to his attention