The next day, Konan planned to take a solo excursion into town after breakfast, hoping to get an early start to the day. Breakfast, however, took longer than usual— Deidara, as predicted by Sasori, had managed to utterly scorch everything he touched. Konan was woken by the smoke alarm, and when she padded down the hall to investigate, she found Deidara laughing in a kitchen full of smoke, and Sasori rolling his eyes, turning on the fan and opening the windows. Deidara's scrambled eggs looked more like bits of igneous rock on the surface of the pan than actual food, so they all had cereal for breakfast, and teased Deidara by complimenting him on how good the Frosted Flakes were.

Afterwards, Konan headed out. She walked down into town and found a small convenience store which, as conveniently as the name implied, sold burner phones. She knew paying on her card would put it in the negative, but she didn't care. It would be taken care of soon. She bought the phone, opened the packaging, and set it up. She found a park bench in a quiet part of a public park and called her father's main office line. She had to call four times before Holly picked up, probably as it was an unregistered number.

"MIRAI," she said suspiciously, not giving her usual spiel.

"Holly, it's me," Konan said in a falsely sweet voice.

"What the hell's this weird number?"

"A burner phone. I have three things to say."

"Konan, what on earth—"

"Firstly, I used my card to purchase this burner phone from a convenience store in Cardiff "

"What are you–"

"I need you to erase that from my bank statement."

"Why would I do that?" Holly burst out, clearly fuming about being cut off.

Konan talked over her, her voice light and clear as an early spring creek.

"When I took the train here, my phone was stolen by a man. That man was a member of some kind of dark web community forum. On this forum–"

"Konan–"

She again continued as though Holly hadn't spoken at all.

"— were dozens and dozens of photos of me. There were private photos, photos from events. Deepfakes made to look like pornographic pictures of me. The users on the forum seem to know who I am. The man on the train stole my phone, unlocked it, and posted pictures I took to the site. Shortly afterwards, the forum and the man's profile were taken down, completely wiped. There is no way in hell my father didn't know about this, which means there is no way in hell that you didn't know about this. Now transfer me to my dad right fucking now," she hissed, digging her fingernails into her palm.

There was silence on the other end of the line. Then Holly sighed.

"Konan, you're not going to want that."

"I don't care what you think I want," Konan snapped angrily.

"Hmm. You should. Listen to me, Konan, please."

Holly's voice was low, like she was trying not to be overheard. She sounded more serious, and somehow more human than usual.

"If your father learns that you know about that, about the forum or whatever you found, the fact is, he will remove you from school. Immediately. You will be returned here, and you will likely be kept in the building. Your father wants to protect you from the people out there who would do such things, but more than that," Holly said urgently as Konan scoffed derisively, "Your father doesn't want you to be unsafe, and he is aware that some people in the world may try and find you, so he has people monitoring sites like that to protect your safety."

"Not monitoring them well enough to take them down before somebody takes my phone and finds out where I go to school, though, huh?" Konan snapped, her mind reeling.

Holly just sighed. "Konan, I can only tell you what I know. The fact is, if you like where you are going to school, if you enjoy not being tutored privately in the suite of rooms in your father's building, keep quiet about it."

"It's child porn, isn't it!? A load of it was from when I was a fucking kid! Can't he report it to the police!?"

"It is being handled. There is an ongoing investigation, and the perpetrators will be arrested and brought to justice," Holly said smoothly.

"Is that true?"

"Konan, this isn't the kind of thing you should worry yourself about. We can replace your phone. Put this out of your mind, it is being handled."

"I don't want a new phone. I'm sticking with this, it's all I need. I don't suppose you're going to tell me why the fuck people on the internet know who I am and would even want any of those fucking photos of me!?"

"I can't answer that. However, I strongly, strongly advise you not to bring it up to your father."

Konan made a frustrated noise. "Why are you so fucking useless!?"

"Konan, I'm going to hang up."

"Fine. Tell him I'm not doing any of those fucking reports."

"Which ones?"

"All of them."

"Konan, ignore the report about your schoolwork or projects, fine. But you have to keep weighing yourself. You have to keep tracking your period. You have to keep measuring yourself. We need that data for your health. It is passed along directly to the medical team, and your father will notice and he will be extremely upset if you do not do it," Holly said sternly. "He will pull you from school if you refuse. You know perfectly well he only let you go because you promised you'd do them yourself!"

"I have a question, Holly," Konan said, chewing the inside of her cheek, beyond irritated, "If my father was the one who chose this school, why is he supposedly so likely to remove me from it for every little thing!? Doesn't he want me going here?"

There was a long silence. "Konan," Holly eventually said, in an even lower voice than before, "I'll call you back in one hour. Keep your phone on."

She hung up.

Konan pushed her lips out in irritation, shoving the burner phone into her pocket. She got up angrily from the bench and strode around the park to warm up again, thinking.

So, dad knows about the forum… forums, possibly. He has people monitoring them… Does he know why people are making them…? I'm not some famous child star or something, why would anyone, even gross pervs on the internet, bother collecting photos of me? Does dad know why they're doing it? Why monitor it if the police are investigating it anyway?

She kicked her boots in the snow, frowning. Holly obviously knew about the whole thing… How long had all this been going on for?

…Does mom know?

The second the thought was formed, she dismissed it, shaking her head automatically. Impossible. And if she didn't know, Konan certainly wasn't going to tell her and risk upsetting her in her fragile state.

She walked around and around the field at the centre of the park, chewing her thumbnail anxiously, until finally Holly called back.

"Konan," she said as soon as Konan picked up, "Against my better judgement, I am going to be honest with you."

"Oh, how generous of you."

"It's not generosity, it's stupidity," Holly snapped, then sighed. "Konan, part of my job is to be your handler–"

"Handler?"

"—but lately you have become increasingly difficult to handle . I mean, the tattoos and piercings and concerts were annoying, certainly, but at least you weren't asking so many questions…"

"Did you just call me specially to insult me?" Konan asked.

She heard Holly click her tongue impatiently. "Konan, listen. Your father does not know you are going to an art school. Your mother made the request directly to me to put you in a school you would enjoy this year. I will get into serious shit and possibly fired if your father learns where you really go. Got it?"

Konan frowned, unseeing, at several small birds hopping in the snow beneath a yew tree. "Why did she do that?"

Holly let out a long sigh. "Motherly affection? She knows you hated your last tutor. Ask her yourself when she's feeling better. Anyway, that's the reason I need you to just behave and stop giving your father opportunities to find out you're not at a finishing school!"

"What exactly are you getting out of lying to my dad for so long?" Konan asked suspiciously. "I thought you were obsessed with your job."

Holly scoffed. "You spoiled little brat… Yes, I value my career. I have one of the highest paying staff positions in this whole company. I have fucking gold flakes and caviar in my night cream because of this job, okay?"

"Ooh, I'm so jealous," Konan snarked.

Holly ignored her. "...And because your dad needs me, I have a lot of job security. However, your mother made me an offer I couldn't refuse to fudge a few documents here and there. I don't care where you go to school or what you get up to, but I do care whether you give your father any reason to look into things. Luckily, he has been having an incredibly busy year, and your education is not that high on his priority list right now. So let's both be grateful and do what we can to keep it that way, capiche?"

Konan rolled her eyes, wishing Holly could see. "Capiche," she replied mockingly.

"Good, now fuck off. Merry Christmas," Holly snapped and hung up.

—

Konan walked back to the cottage in a stormy mood, her mind still thrumming with everything that had been kept secret for what she considered to be no good reason at all, everything that she knew was still being kept secret, and everything she was still being expected to go along with. She stamped up the hill through the snow, working up a sweat.

As she approached the cottage, panting, she saw Hidan out front with Kakuzu, play-fighting. Hidan did a roundhouse kick, slipped and collapsed, laughing. Kakuzu kicked more snow over him, saying something that made Hidan yell 'Fuck off!' Konan waved as she walked up to them.

"Konan! Get this fucking guy, defend me!" Hidan yelled from the snow.

Kakuzu faced her, putting his dukes up jokingly.

Konan pulled off her coat and tossed it into the snow. "Can I actually try?" she asked Kakuzu.

He smirked. "Bring it on, twiglet."

Konan laughed and ran at him, going for a shoulder check. She slammed into him, full-force, and promptly fell to the ground. Kakuzu hadn't even taken a step backwards. It was like she'd tried to shoulder check a wall.

"Jesus!" Konan cried from the ground, her shoulder aching.

Hidan, who had gotten to his feet by now, pulled her up and dusted her off, laughing hysterically.

"You were like a fucking fly hitting a windshield on the highway!" he cackled.

"No comment," Konan snorted, massaging her shoulder.

"Wanna try again?" Kakuzu asked, cracking his neck casually.

"Yeah," Konan said, putting her fists up by her face.

"Don't do the stupid run-up this time," Kakuzu advised her. "You'll just fall harder."

"Gee, thanks," she replied drily, bouncing on her toes.

She threw a punch. Kakuzu dodged much quicker than she expected, his hands shooting forwards toward her. Before she knew what was happening, he was lifting her by the waist up into the air, like she was a toddler.

"What!?" she exclaimed. "Well what if I do this?" She tried to knee him in the face.

He threw her upwards gently, twisting so she span, and caught her a second later, lowering her, his arms looped under hers, hands locking behind her head. She was stuck, her hoodie and t-shirt ruckled up at her ribs. Hidan immediately started tickling her.

"Come on!" Konan burst out, laughing as she tried to kick him away, still suspended in the air. "This isn't sparring, this is bullying!"

"Alright, alright. Try a leg lock on Hidan, then," Kakuzu said, raising her until she could get her legs around Hidan's neck as he dutifully turned around for her.

"Okay, when I drop you, use your body weight and twist to try bring him to the ground," Kakuzu instructed.

"Okay…" Konan said hesitatingly, not quite getting it, but she wasn't given time for any questions.

Kakuzu let go. She locked her legs around Hidan's neck, trying to twist as her torso dropped downwards

He didn't go anywhere, staying totally still and upright.

"Come the fuck on," he said, exasperated and grinning. "Konan, this is all you've got?"

Konan was laughing, swinging down his back, fingertips grazing the snow. Her shirt had slipped to her ribs. She tried to pull it back up with a hand as she twisted to bite jokingly at Hidan's leg.

"Oi, Suarez!" Kakuzu laughed.

The crack and hiss of someone opening a can caught her attention. She looked around– it took a second to register upside-down, but the other boys had all come outside to watch. Pain was grinning at her, cracking open a beer with Deidara.

"Hey, where's mine!?" Hidan demanded, spinning around. Konan's legs slipped from his neck and she fell on her head in the powdery snow as the others laughed.

She kept play-fighting with Hidan and Kakuzu until she got tired, happy to have worked out her stress from the morning. Despite her best efforts, she was mostly used as a defensive object by the boys, holding her up and getting her to kick her legs or tossing her bodily at the other. Her most effective moment was leaping onto Kakuzu's shoulders while he wrestled Hidan, and locking her legs tightly around his neck, hanging on to his head, as he basically ignored her, until she covered his eyes with her hands so Hidan could get him in a hold.

"Okay, but do you want to actually learn to fight when we get back to school?" Kakuzu asked when they headed inside together, panting and sweaty.

"Yeah!" Konan said, grinning up at him. "Can you guys teach me without breaking my arms by mistake or something?"

Hidan laughed. "Give us some fucking credit. You'll be fine, shrimpy." He tousled her hair and strode past her, pulling off his hoodie and t-shirt, complaining that he stank, and headed into the bathroom to shower.

Konan showered after him, and then joined the others for lunch, which was grilled cheese sandwiches courtesy of Kisame.

After lunch, they played a game called 'Friend or Faux,' where everyone bet on the answers the person holding a prompt card would give to see how well they knew each other. The questions started out pretty innocent, guessing or proving they knew each others' star signs, favourite ice cream flavour, whether they had ever dumped someone, and then got more and more racy, culminating in Itachi having to confess he liked silk underwear best, Deidara admitting he likes having his hair pulled, and Konan having to tell them, very pointedly avoiding Pain's gaze, that she had been sixteen when she had first given oral, but had not ever blown a guy before. Partly because he got matching answers to almost every single one of Sasori and Deidara's questions, to his own dismay, Pain won the game and got a second sandwich as a prize.

After lunch, Konan headed out for another walk, bringing Pain with her this time. They wandered down to town together and headed into a café, Konan only realising partway through that this might count as an actual date .

She started trying to smooth down her hair, checking her reflection in the window, but gave up when she caught Pain's eye and saw he was grinning, watching her.

"Am I not allowed to try look nice?" she asked, blushing.

"You do look nice," Pain said, taking a sip of his black coffee. "It's just fun to watch you."

"Watch me do what? Fix my hair?" she asked in confusion, spooning the whipped cream off her mocha and licking it.

He was smiling at her. She couldn't help it – she felt herself going red under his gaze.

"Yeah," he said, taking a sip of his black coffee. "You're really cute when you get embarrassed."

Konan pressed her lips together, giving him a look, and started fanning her hot cheeks, turning to face pointedly at the window as he laughed.

He nudged her knee with his under the table and winked when she looked back.

" Stop it, " she laughed, her face still hot. "I wanted to talk about something important!"

"Okay, okay, sorry," he said, assuming a very solemn expression, which actually made her laugh more.

Eventually, she got herself under control and Pain consented to stop teasing her for a few minutes, and she was able to tell him about the phone call she'd had with Holly.

"Anyway," she said after wrapping up, "the main thing I wanted to say, that I forgot to say yesterday, is just that…" She paused, biting her lips. She wasn't actually nervous asking for this, it was just habit at this point. "Because my dad always keeps so much shit from me, and it drives me crazy, and I'm sick of it… If anything like this happens again, or even if it's something small, can you just tell me next time?"

Pain looked startled for a second, but immediately nodded. "Yeah. It totally makes sense why that would bother you. I didn't really think about that." He took her hand across the table and squeezed it gently, rubbing his thumb over the back. "Again, I'm really sorry about that whole thing."

Konan smiled at him. "No worries. Thank you, though."

"Sure. Can I ask for something kind of similar?" he asked with a small smile.

Konan blinked at him. "Okay."

"So, you remember when you got back to school after your dad cancelled on you, and it was closed, and you called me?"

"Yeah…?"

"And I asked you if you were okay, if you wanted me to come down and get you, and you said you'd be fine?"

Feeling like she knew where this was going, Konan took a sip of coffee, not meeting his eyes. "Yeah…?"

"And I asked you to promise to call or text me if you needed anything, and you said you would?" His tone was half-playful, and she knew he'd noticed she was avoiding his gaze.

"Um, yes…"

"And you kind of didn't do that, right? You didn't have enough money for the train. You didn't have money to get something to eat. But you didn't call me. Why didn't you tell me what was going on?" he asked. He was exasperated, but his voice was soft. He sounded a little hurt, actually.

She straightened her expression, and sighed, looking in his eyes. He squeezed her hand again. She swallowed.

"I guess… I didn't feel like I could ask you for money. We've only just started dating, and I haven't known you that long, and aside from anything else, a train ticket is kind of expensive… You offered to come get me, but that would have been three train tickets, and I couldn't ask you to pay that, even if I paid you back. Plus, I thought I could just solve the problem and you wouldn't have to worry. And, to be fair, I did solve the problem…" She trailed off, watching him shake his head in disbelief.

"Right, you solved the problem…"

"It's not my fault the helpful person turned out to be a psycho creep!" she said defensively.

Pain closed his eyes and sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Of course it's not your fault, but… Please just ask me for help, next time."

"Well–"

"Konan."

"I mean, what if–"

"Konan."

"But, maybe–" She was grinning now, knowing she was just being silly.

"Konan," he repeated, grinning too. He slipped his hands under the small table and rested them on her knees. "You're my girlfriend. I want to help you. It makes me happy to help you. It makes me happy to know that you would call me if you needed help."

She was blushing again. He waited until she met his gaze. The cool light from the windows cast a blueish tint over his violet eyes. He smiled.

"You promise you'll call me next time you need help?"

"I promise."

"Okay. Thanks."

He slid his hands a few inches higher up her legs, his smile widening as Konan's lips parted unconsciously. His hands were warm.

She looked at him, almost defiantly, trying so hard not to focus on the weight of them on her thighs, on the memory of his hands sliding up them, under her velvet black mini dress, sitting on the bleachers the night of the winter dance. His hands on her bare skin, arms wrapped around her thighs, fingers digging in, looking at her, eyes dark and desperate, asking You good? before absolutely burying his face in her—

She blinked, jerking herself out of the fantasy. Pain's grin had a mischievous edge, his eyes sparkling in a way that told her he knew exactly what she had been thinking about.

"So, what do you want to get up to after this?" he asked innocently, sliding his hands back off her thighs and taking a sip of his coffee.

Her legs felt cold, feeling the absence of the heat of his hands.

She gave him a defiant shrug, sipping her mocha, trying to keep her face impassive. "I don't mind. Whatever you feel like."

"What happened to what you were 'just saying' last night?" Pain asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"Last night?" she repeated.

His gaze dropped to her lips and he smiled again. He licked his thumb and reached over to wipe chocolate syrup off the corner of her mouth. She watched him suck it off his thumb and bit her lip, shaking her head in disbelief.

This guy…

It took a second before what he'd said actually registered. Her own voice came back to her, echoing in the steaming bathroom.

Enjoy your solo shower, but… I'm just saying, I'm interested in joining you whenever you feel like it. Just saying.

She blushed, swallowing. His grin widened, watching her.

"I could be down… for whatever…" she mumbled.

Pain scooted his chair forward a couple inches. His leg shifted under the table to press against the inside of her right thigh.

He pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek. "Cool. Same."

"Okay."

"Uh huh." He was grinning again.

"What do you think the others are up to?" Konan asked as casually as she could, tapping the outside of her empty coffee cup.

"I'll text Hidan and ask," Pain said, just as casually.

He got out his phone. Unfortunately for Konan, the text conversation lasted long enough for her to visualize, in ridiculous detail, Pain in the shower. Everything she had tried so, so hard not to pay attention to because they had been talking about something important.

The water running in rivulets down his chest, between his pectorals, dripping from his silver nipple rings. His stomach, the curves of his abdominal muscles as he bent and twisted. The thin trail of hair leading down… His thighs, thick and surprisingly muscular. The curve of his ass. His violet eyes, gazing at her heavily under his wet lashes. His fucking cock that she said she wasn't going to look at but definitely did , the silver balls shining either side of pierced head, the visible veins as it became more and more erect, the way it hung heavy at a slight curve…

"They're at the lake," Pain said, slipping his phone back in his pocket.

Konan cleared her throat, avoiding his gaze, trying to fight the urge to fan her hot face again. "Well, it'll be nice to have the house to ourselves for a little bit," she said before draining her cup and getting up.

"It sure will," Pain agreed with a sage nod and took both their cups to the recycling bin.

They headed out of town again and started walking up the hill. Konan took Pain's hand and they walked, holding hands, swinging them and laughing at each other, being silly.

When they got a bit closer to the cottage, Konan tugged Pain down and kissed him, giggling when she felt him smile into the kiss, walking her backwards off the path until her back hit a tree. She put her arms over his shoulders, stroking the back of his head, tilting her head to deepen the kiss, sliding her tongue against his, gripping harder when he gasped, pressing his body harder against hers.

A snowball hit them both in the side of the head. They broke apart, looking around. Hidan, twenty feet away. ducked behind a tree.

Another snowball came flying at them from another direction. Pain dragged Konan down to duck as several other snowballs came flying from all directions.

As it turned out, the boys had lain in wait to ambush them. They were playing teams snowball fight /capture the flag. Konab and Pain formed the last team, and were waylaid by a flurry of snow balls every time they were even looking like they were about to leave. They ended up getting so into the game they only made it into the house when the others all started to talk about dinner.

It was Konan's turn to cook, so she had to go and worry about that for a while, eventually serving everyone french onion soup. Then the others all insisted on watching Die Hard 3 together.

By the time they eventually got to bed, Konan was deeply frustrated in more ways than one.

How hard is it to get some peace and fucking quiet around here!? she wondered in bewilderment as Kisame walked past them for the fourth time, a towel over his shoulders, humming Last Christmas.

Finally, everyone else wound down for the night, too. Pain had a shower last, so by the time he got back, Konan was already in bed, trying to craft a plan for the next day to ensure sexy alone time with Pain. She couldn't actually believe she was missing her room at school, which while relatively small, at least had four walls and doors she could close, instead of the open-plan living room they were currently stuck in.

Pain turned the light off. Everything was dark except a soft glow across part of the hallway, where Itachi had forgotten to turn off the hall light outside his room.

Pain slid into bed with a sigh and scooted up behind her. Konan was hyper aware of each movement, the smell of his freshly-shampooed hair, his breath on the back of her neck. He slung a long arm around her with a big sigh. Konan linked her fingers with his, closing her eyes, Definitely not intending to sleep, though, if she was lucky.

She focused on the details: the heat of his arm against her, the weight of it on her waist, his body sinking the mattress down two inches behind her. She pulled up the front of her shirt slowly, pulling his hand against her, smiling as he stroked her stomach, his hand warm on her skin. She shifted backwards into him, biting her lips as his chest pressed against her back, as she wiggled her hips closer into him. His head shifted on the pillow, nosing closer to her.

"You sleepy?" she whispered, opening her eyes, looking out at nothing in the dark, listening hard to hear his reaction, the shift of the mattress as he stirred.

"Not really," he replied, his voice soft and easy.

She hummed, wiggling back into him, grinning as she felt his dick through his shorts between her asscheeks.

"What are you doing?" he asked, and she could hear the smile in his voice.

"Nothing," she said innocently, still wiggling.

"Yeah right," Pain whispered, leaning over and kissing her neck.

She shivered, breathing deeper, turning her face to him as his breath fanned over her neck, her ear as he circled her skin with his tongue. He kissed across her face, found her lips. She opened her mouth for him and he slid his tongue in. She moaned softly, everything feeling easier and more intimate when they were already comfortable, on the edge of sleepy, defenses lowered.

She pulled his hand down as it pressed into her stomach, guiding it down to her panties. He sighed into the kiss, his hand sliding between her legs, outside her panties. He began to move his fingers, stroking her gently. She giggled and sighed, kissing him harder, shifting her hips and parting her legs so he had better access.

He shifted his weight up onto his right elbow, kissing her more deliberately, his hand firm now between her legs, fingers bent, pressing against her, circling and stroking. Konan was breathing harder, twitching as he hit a good spot, slipping an arm under his head to stroke his hair.

Suddenly, she tensed up, flashing back to where she had been lying on the bathroom floor on Halloween. She heard the clink of a belt buckle. She smelled the bathroom cleaner. Her blood. Zaku's breath. The rank odour of his underwear. Felt his cold hand scrabbling at her panties, his nails scratching at her, his hand clammy between her legs.

Pain had stopped. He pulled his hand away and propped himself up on his elbow, looking at her, concerned.

"Konan, are you okay?" he whispered.

She nodded vaguely, not sure what to say. "Sorry, um… I just…"

He looked into her eyes, a worried wrinkle between his eyebrows. "Did I hurt you? Was it uncomfortable?"

Oh fuck. No, no, no… Why are we both having issues now?

"Want to stop?"

She shook her head. "No, not at all, I just, I just—" She took a deep breath. "I just kind of had a little flashback. To Halloween. That's all."

"Oh, gotcha," Pain said, pulling further away with a nod. "You want some space?"

"No, I don't want space, I don't want to stop," she murmured urgently, grabbing at his arms, pulling him back, her eyes on his lips, still so turned on but now feeling cold, confused. "But… but…"

Pain kissed her forehead. "Okay. It's okay. Can I try something?"

She nodded.

"Okay," he said in his low, easy voice. "Just look at me."

She met his gaze, deep violet in the dark. He shifted her so she lay on her back under him, propped up on his elbow. He smiled at her, leaning close, pressing his forehead against hers.

"Keep looking," he murmured. "It's just me, right? It's just us."

She smiled, recognizing what he was saying. His hand slid down her stomach slowly.

"You're good. You're safe, honey."

There was so much trust and want in his eyes, Konan felt like she was sinking into him as his hand travelled further down, slipping back between her legs, pressing against her softly, then when she nodded, more purposefully, circling.

Pain was nosing across her face, kissing softly, breathing encouragement and reassurance, listening to her. When her breath hitched or he felt her tense, he lifted back up, saying Look at me, I've got you, it's okay.

"Okay," Konan breathed, her heart pounding fast, hips automatically lifting up to meet his hand when he moved it.

"Okay?" he asked, sliding his fingers up to the waistband of her panties, dipping just below. "You want me to?" he breathed, gazing down at her, eyelids heavy, eyes dark.

Konan nodded. "Yeah. If you want to," she whispered back, pulling him down to kiss again.

She focused on his hand as it slid under her panties, and she felt herself blushing when his fingers slid against her and she realized how wet she was. She lifted her hips so he could pull the panties down, losing herself in his kiss, in his touch, as he rubbed her pussy, coming up to circle her clit as she gasped into his mouth.

He kissed her neck, lowering as he slipped two fingers into his mouth, meeting her gaze as she watched him taste her, then slid them inside her. He was breathing hard against her as she grabbed his arm when he bent his fingers, pressing against her, finding a tight bundle of nerves that made her gasp. She clutched at him, leaned forward to catch his nipple piercing with her tongue.

"You know what you like, right?" he breathed into her hair.

"Uh-huh."

"So tell me."

"Okay."

She was fully on her back, Pain propped up over her, kissing her neck as she whispered to him, letting him know when to go faster, press here, circle there, push harder, when to stroke softer.

She felt him sit up and opened her eyes. He was gazing down at her, grinning, still fingering her lazily. She blushed and turned her head.

"Don't stare at me…"

"Sorry." He dipped, kissed her. "I kinda want to eat you out again…"

She blushed harder, gasping as his thumb swiped across her clit and his fingers pressed up inside her.

"Sure, if you want…" she mumbled, giggling as he immediately pulled the blankets down.

He hiked her legs up over his shoulders, bending low, shooting her a wicked smile that sent heat right where he was focusing before burying his face in her again, licking long and deep, moaning into her at his first taste. She writhed against the sheets, gasping, as he applied his tongue to her clit. Konan trembled in his grip, biting her lips, eyes shut tight as his tongue swirled around it, flicking, and he slid his fingers back inside her

"Oh my god," she moaned quietly, pressing a hand to her face as she felt herself shaking, his fingers bending against her in the way that made her mind white out, her thighs trembling on his shoulders.

She whimpered, breathing fast, barely able to form a coherent thought, but knowing she wanted it deeper. She patted Pain's shoulders to get him to lift up, and scooted down the bed so her head was off the pillows, flat on the mattress. She swung her legs up and over, her feet hanging down either side of her head, weight resting on her shoulders and upper back, holding her ankles down, spread totally open for him.

Pain stared down at her, lips slack, eyes blown dark.

"Jesus, Konan, what the fuck…" he breathed, grabbing her around the thighs. He smashed his face into her pussy, eating her out like he'd been waiting for it all day, groaning, licking long and hard and fast, pushing his tongue inside and swirling it, holding her thighs tight, his body pressed up against her lower back.

He pulled back, raised himself up on his knees and slapped her ass, making her gasp and laugh. He grinned as he leaned over her, panting, one hand playing with her pussy, the other pressing the tips of his fingers to her lips. He watched, eyelids heavy, as Konan opened her mouth for him. She held his gaze as she tasted herself on his fingers, sliding her tongue between them and then up and down, sucking gently, getting them wet with her spit.

"Fuck," Pain breathed, and pulled his fingers out, immediately slipping them back in her pussy, fingering her fast and hard.

"Oh my god!" she squeaked, head jerking up as she inched up the bed on the force of his hand, blushing at the wet, slapping sounds of his palm against her pussy.

She clapped a hand to her mouth, her breath fanning hot over her fingers as she tried desperately not to make noise, watching Pain's wrist moving as his fingers, curved just inside her, hit that bundle of nerves again and again and again, so hard, five times a second, his other hand pinning her still by the shoulder. He was gazing down at her, lips open, jaw loose, eyes blown so dark they were almost black.

He bent down again, mouth open, licking at her, tongue moving fast on her clit as his fingers just kept fucking going . He bent them harder and Konan screamed into her hand, nearly crying.

"Jesus, Konan," he exclaimed again, shaking his head, panting, kneeling up to watch her, his hand still moving so fucking fast. "Is it okay, if I – I gotta – please –"

Konan nodded, no idea what he was asking for but she was barely hanging on, squeaking around the hand stuffed in her mouth, biting down, trying unsuccessfully not to make any noise as he fingered her like a fucking machine. She heard a rustling and saw him shift, pulling his boxers down. His other arm started moving behind her legs and he let out a half-sigh, half-growl, leaning over her again and she could feel his other arm brushing against her ass at a fast pace as his hand pumped up and down the length of his cock.

Knowing he was jerking off as he watched her, fingered her, made even more heat rush to Konan's face and she shut her eyes, biting down on her hand. She felt him lower again and lick up her pussy, sucking her clit as he fingered her, knuckles bent, hitting that bundle of nerves, his palm sliding against her pussy, and all of a sudden every muscle in her body was tensing and shaking as she squeezed her eyes shut, and she was whimpering "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come," and he panted, " Yeah, yeah, yeah , fuck yeah , please, baby ," against her as she pressed both hands to her mouth to muffle the sound as she screamed, half-crying, her whole body caught in a lightning strike of pleasure so intense it almost hurt .

"Oh my fucking god, " Pain groaned into her, pulling his fingers out and wrapping his arm tight around her thigh, nails digging in as he buried his face in her pussy, licking her up in broad, fast strokes.

She was gasping below him, her whole body trembling like she'd just run a marathon. Her legs flopped down and he lowered himself, still on his knees, crashing his lips into hers and kissing her hard, licking into her mouth, sighing as he felt her chest falling and rising, felt the sweat in her hair. She could hear the sounds of his hand working up and down his cock, felt his arm moving against the back of her thigh, stroking fast.

Konan turned her head and he kissed her neck as she looked down, catching sight of the silver beads either side of the head of his cock through his pumping fist. The barbell. She felt her mouth water and blushed, embarrassed of herself, but still...

"Let me, let me," she mumbled, getting onto her knees.

"Konan, hold on, wait, I need a— I'm gonna—" Pain panted. He was reaching for the kleenex box on the bedside table, staring at her in surprise as she moved towards him.

She fell forwards into him on her wobbly legs, grabbing his hips as he gasped.

"Oh fuck," he hissed, one hand jerking over his dick, other hand missing his grab for the kleenex, eyes squeezing shut as Konan leaned down, mouth open.

A hot stripe of cum hit her face before she got her mouth over him, taking both of them by surprise. She slid her lips over the head of his cock, moaning in surprise at the girth as her lips stretched over it. She shut her eyes and ran her tongue over the metal ball ends of his piercing as thick, hot liquid filled her mouth, and it was only then that she realized she hadn't thought this through.

Um… oh my god. I don't know what I'm doing. When does it end!? Am I supposed to swallow!? I didn't think about this oh my god oh my god… help…

Her cheeks puffed out as Pain shuddered above her, a hand stroking her hair, whispering "Oh my god, oh my fucking god."

When he'd finished, he pulled out of her mouth, gasping, face pink, chest sweaty, staring down at her like she was something miraculous. Konan stared back, mouth full, trying to communicate panic and confusion.

"Spit it out, it's okay, spit it out," Pain panted after a second, realizing what was going on, patting her on the shoulder. "In the bathroom?"

Konan crawled off the bed, feeling ridiculous, wanting to laugh, wondering to herself as she hurried to the bathroom whether or not she liked the somewhat salty taste of him.

She flicked the light on and zipped to the sink and spat it all out. There was definitely more than she'd expected. She turned on the tap and cupped her hands beneath it, rinsing her mouth out.

"Uh… Merry Christmas…"

She started and spun around.

Deidara was outside the bathroom door, wearing plaid pyjama pants and a Santa hat, holding a bag of presents and a stocking.

"Yeah, you too, Merry Christmas," she said, trying to sound normal, pulling the front of her t-shirt down so he couldn't see it was the only thing she was wearing.

Deidara was staring at her face, plainly trying as hard as he could not to burst out laughing, his mouth clamped shut, shoulders shaking. He staggered past, waving the stocking at her vaguely. She heard him shut the door to his and Sasori's room and immediately laugh like a hyena.

She turned to look at herself in the mirror. Her jaw dropped. What was very obviously a white stripe of cum stretched from her right eyebrow down to her left cheek, and was currently sliding down her face.

"Oh my god…. " she groaned, reaching for the face wash.

"Was that Deidara?" Pain asked, confused, still sounding a little winded, leaning around the bathroom door, face pink. He'd put his boxers back on and found a hoodie to wear. He saw her face. "Oh. Um, sorry… I guess he saw that, huh?"

They stared at each other for a second, then burst out laughing, too.