Until The World Is Gone

WARNING: THIS ONE SHOT CONTAINS YURI!!! (sort of...)

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Konan paused in mid fold as a figure emerged from the shadowed half of the tower room. Orange streaks slit across the stone floor, the result of sunset burning through the narrow windows. She remained kneeling at the low table, her fingers still tucked into a fold of paper, as the person stepped across these fiery marks toward her. “Well?” she asked as she returned to her creation.

“This was the best option?” The question, though asked in a decidedly more feminine voice than she was used to hearing, still managed to convey the same tone as the man controlling the body.

Her lips twitched into a quick, faint smile, something only he was capable of drawing out from her. “It was the most compatible for your needs,” she replied while carefully bending back a corner of the paper.

The woman didn’t respond to that, but her silence said everything; Pein wasn’t used to being in a woman’s body. Always before, they had chosen men to act as a Path. This time, however, there wasn’t a man whose chakra matched close enough for their needs. The girl that the villagers had brought was the best suited to handle being the new Animal Path.

“You need to adapt,” Konan suggested firmly as she cupped the carefully folded eagle in her hands and channeled chakra into it. After giving a few awkward flaps, the miniature sized bird took flight, circling the room twice before slipping out through a narrow window. The minute it left the safety of the room, the gentle rain that had been falling steadily soaked it and sent it plummeting out of sight.

Konan sighed and released her chakra from the bird, turning it back to paper again before it could meet its death on the craggy ground below. She stood abruptly, smoothing her hands down the red and black cloak covering her, and walked over to where the new Path was standing. It wasn’t apparent to any who didn’t know Pein, but she could tell he wasn’t at all comfortable in this body. Slowly, her eyes locked on the familiar ringed ones that were oddly on level with her own (she was used to him being taller than her), she reached up and brushed her fingers through the straw like orange hair, her nail scraping across one of the cheek studs. His chakra hit her skin like a small electric spark, making her shiver at the feel of it.

The Path simply watched her, face devoid of emotion as she traced the narrow, delicate jaw, her fingertips brushing over cool, dry lips. She knew he preferred to use men as Paths more for her benefit than any chauvinistic thoughts. What he didn’t understand was that it didn’t matter to her what form he chose. The Paths were extensions of him, and he was the one she devoted herself to. Tall or short, scarred or handsome… male or female… underneath, they were all the same person.

They were Pein. And underneath Pein was Nagato.

To prove to the man behind the delicate face that all she saw was him, Konan leaned down and kissed the soft lips of the woman before her. It was a strange sensation, kissing a mouth that was so similar to her own. It was even stranger to actually taste him on such unfamiliar lips. She drew back, her hand falling away from the curved cheek to trace a very feminine collar bone just barely peeking out over the top of black mesh. He was still watching her through the Path’s eyes as her fingers slipped lower, tracing over the thin fabric between the woman’s breasts.

Konan took the Path’s smaller hands, giving it the same soft smile she would any of the others, and guided it back toward the bed. The smallest crease of confusion marred its smooth brow, a reflection of Pein’s own thoughts as she stopped at the foot of the bed and drew the slender body tightly to her own. This time, there was a hesitant response when she kissed those soft, dry lips, a response that deepened as she licked gently before slipping her tongue into the Path’s mouth.

As if the doubts as to the body’s suitability had never existed, Pein quickly to take over, one tiny hand curving around her neck as a small, wet tongue flicked out to touch her own. Konan moaned encouragement, the sound soft and barely heard as the rain outside began to fall harder. Her hand slid around a curved hip, tracing the slender contours of the woman’s body eagerly. She truly didn’t care that it was another woman she was touching so intimately. Even through the soft body pressing against her, she could tell it was him.

She drew back once again, her hands moving toward the other woman’s cloak. His ringed eyes watched intently as she undid the hooks, letting it slide to the floor without a care for the fine silk. The rest of the Path’s clothing soon followed and then she was turning it, pushing it to sit on the edge of the bed.

Perhaps it was because she knew it was him or perhaps it was her own curiosity for the unexplored, but Konan felt a stab of want as she began to disrobe, peeling tight mesh and black fabric away without a care that it was a woman looking at her with such deep want. Those ringed eyes remained locked on her as she knelt on the floor, as naked as the woman on the bed was. She slid her hands up soft, slender thighs once… twice… and then she was parting those legs and settling herself between them.

She ran her fingers over the soft, hairless flesh, a small smile touching her lips as the Path’s breasts drew up, signifying that its breath had hitched. Keeping her gaze on the eyes she knew so well, Konan slipped a single finger down through the Path’s damp slit, pausing when she came to the tight bundle of nerves to give it a gentle massage. Pein’s lips parted and a soft, slightly surprised gasp came from the delicate throat. Konan repeated the movement, this time pressing more firmly against the wet flesh. Curved hips shifted experimentally at the touch, encouraging her to keep going-- go further.

And she did as those hips asked; she pressed a single finger into the tight, warm heat of the Path’s body.

There was no mistaking the gasp this time or the way those slim hands gripped the sheets tightly.

Konan leaned forward, kissing him through the Path’s mouth, swirling her tongue around the other as she began slowly thrusting her fingers into the body. In a way, it felt a little like when she would touch herself. Soft, giving flesh the shifted and tightened with each contraction of undulating hips. Heat and slickness that glistened on her knuckles whenever she withdrew them far enough. She twisted the digits inside the Path and curled them toward her.

The affect of this change was almost immediate. Pein hissed, tearing soft lips away as the vessel arched it back and drove its hips harder into her hand. Konan couldn’t help smiling as she placed gentle kisses along the pale neck, steadily working her way lower. He helped by lying back, feminine fingers twisting in her hair as she closed her mouth over a tight, hard nipple. She sucked and the fingers in her hair gripped harder, her hand no longer moving as those hips pistoned onto her fingers faster. Another hard suck combined with the pressure of her teeth in the flesh surrounding that nub made Pein groan softly.

Konan’s mouth moved lower, skimming across the flat stomach, tongue licking at the fleshy lips of the area her fingers were working. She glanced up when the bed shifted and saw that Pein was watching her, rimmed eyes mesmerizing in their intensity. Holding his gaze, she spread the outer lips with her free hand… and licked a slow, wet line from where her fingers were buried in the Path’s body up over the throbbing clitoris.

Pein’s body spasmed and the mouth fell open in a silent cry, its legs spreading wider in a silent command to continue.

And she did as he wished, flicking the tip of her tongue quickly over that reddened nub, thrusting her fingers as deep as they could get into the dripping heat. This wasn’t the first time she’d tasted a woman. She’d tasted herself several times, usually when taking his length into her mouth after having it inside her. The Path tasted similar to her, but there was something a little different to it. It wasn’t as sweet, in her opinion. There was a slightly bitter tang to the fluids coating her fingers… her tongue… that reminded her a little of his flavor. It was certainly something to consider later, when she wasn’t busy suckling on the Path’s clitoris and when she wasn’t distracted by stroking herself with her free hand.

The signs were the same, even with the different body. The hips still jerked hard, the hand in her hair pressed against the back of her head and the soft, panting gasps all told her that he was coming. Muscles contracted around her fingers, trying to draw her impossibly deeper. She moaned, her own body clamping down on her pumping fingers as the sensations wound tighter. It slammed into her hard, sending spots dancing before her eyes as she pressed the flat of her tongue against the other woman’s clit.

Pein cried out sharply once, the sound high pitched and a little desperate sounding. Konan gasped at the fluttering of that nerve bundled on her tongue, the gasp turning into her own cry as everything promptly shattered, leaving her shaking in the after math as she slumped against the fluid slicked thigh of her lover.

She wasn’t certain if time passed of simply stood still. Bodily fluids covered both of her hands, her face, Pein’s thighs. Moving with the languidness of sexual gratification, Konan slipped the fingers from herself and the Path, raising both hands in front of her to compare the fluids. There was almost no difference in color, but certainly in smell. The Path’s was more musky, an earthy scent that made her stomach tighten eagerly. Hers was lighter, sweeter. Nagato had said once that he craved the taste of her. Now she thought she understood why.

Two delicate hands closed over her wrists, pressing her sticky palms together. Konan watched, mesmerized, as Pein sucked the first fingers of each hand into the Path’s mouth, tongue laving over the digits and rolling their combined flavors together. He repeated it with each finger, making certain that when the emerged they were completely free of the substance. Every suck of its mouth, every swipe of its tongue, made the heat return between her legs. She could feel herself getting wet again and shifted her thighs together to ease the growing ache.

Pein saw this and, with a wet pop, withdrew the last of her fingers in order to pull her onto the bed, press her back into the sheets and use that unfamiliar mouth in a way that was all too familiar to her.