Summer Loving

Sannin
Fun (Summer Lovin’)

Note: The Sannin are about 15
here. Masashi Kishimoto owns Naruto.

Pairings: Orochimaru x class=SpellE>Jiraiya x Tsunade

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The sun dawned on Konoha late one
July morning. With the sun came the subsequent unwanheatheat wave and a
previously unnoticed –tension- in the
air. Orochimaru of the famed Legendary Three did not
appreciate this weather at all as he sat sullenly in the shade. He breathed in
and out with measured breaths, eyes closed and arms folded. And, despite his usual
perception skills, Orochimaru did not notice the
strange and unwanted chakra that suddenly accompanied him.

“Hey! OROCHIMARU!” came the whiny
voice of a certain white-haired genin. class=SpellE>Orochimaru’s golden, slanted eyes flew open in an instant.
His stare rested on the irritating ball of energy known as Jiraiya
as the other boy grinned widely… and without good reason, as usual.

“What do you want?” asked Orochimaru
in a cold voice. Jiraiya cackled naughtily as he
looked around to make sure the coast was clear, and then---

“Guess WHAT, Orochimaru?” shrieked
Jiraiya. Orochimaru
shrugged his shoulders.

“I convinced Tsunade to….to…” he
began, a blush creeping over his still-round face.

“Haveathreesomewithus!” he
exclaimedudlyudly, smiling like he’d actually gotten lucky with the ladies… fonceonce.

Unfortunately, Orochimaru didn’t
buy it and didn’t care. He turned his dark head with a simple flick of his
pale, thin neck…..

Jiraiya couldn’t help but notice that, despite the
aur sta standoffishness that Oro gave off, he was
actually…

Nah, nevermind.
Even though he looked like a girl, it didn’t mean that he had all the necessary
parts. Jiraiya cleared his throat nervously, breaking
the silence rudely for the fifth time that day.

“I’m gonna score with class=SpellE>Tsunade! Heh heh,”
Jiraiya whispered to himself.
Orochimaru shook his head in exasperation but allowed
a small smile to creep over his untouchable lips.

Tsunade’s fiery chakra sliced the
summer air as she walked up to Jiraiya and class=SpellE>Oro. “So, what did you want to tell me, Jir?”
she asked boredly. Orochimaru
raised an eyebrow in amusement, his face still hidden from the others.

“Orochimaru, you’re here too?”
demanded Tsunade, curious. He nodded and tilted his
head towards her, pale face lost behind a curtain of raven hair.

“What the hell are you two d, an, anyway?” class=SpellE>Tsunade asked, sighing as she flopped to the ground. “You
boys are so weird,” she added, smirking. A thought entered her head but she
quickly chased it away. They’d never do
that…

“So, Tsunade-chan…” class=SpellE>Jiraiya began. Tsunade raised an
eyebrow.

“What is it you want?” Tsunade
asked crossly. Jiraiya was never formal, unless he
wanted---

“Some ass, please?” class=SpellE>Jiraiya sn> said, blinking his black eyes with hopeful pleasure.

“PERVERT!” shrieked the blonde girl as she smacked class=SpellE>Jiraiya in the face. Sorely rejected, Jiraiya
stood up, and….

Copped a feel. His hands were less
brash than Tsunade expected. He was almost…gentle. She
allowed him to undo the sash on her short kimono before quickly swatting away his
unwelcome hands.

“Jiraiya, I don’t have time for
this,” Tsunade complained. “It’s too damn hot for
your pervy games!” she exclaimed, laying down on the
grass.

“Wearing all those clothes must make you hot, though, class=SpellE>Tsunade,” whispered Jiraiya in an
expectant, husky voice. He leaned over Tsunade,
letting his soft hair brush her face as he hovered inches above her smirking
face. Tsunade’s expression sofd asd as she allowed class=SpellE>Jiraiya to lower himself on top of her and gently kiss her
pouting lips. He was being very careful, even gentleman like, with all of this….

But the heat was too much. Tsunade
grinned wickedly and unleashed some of her famed strength. In one move, she
pinned Jiraiya to the ground. The white-haired boy
was merciless, but his face was heated with growing pleasure. class=SpellE>Tsunade removed his shirt with eagerly clawing hands,
revealing her prey’s toned, tan torso. class=SpellE>Jiraiya had known Tsunade was
feisty, but never like this….

Tsunade removed her outer kimono so
what only the mesh undershirt remained. Jiraiya
smiled a bit when he saw the new, daring apparel of the dominating vixen that
sneeringly loomed over him and attempted to remove his loose,an
an
class=SpellE>flowy ninja shorts…

He allowed her, naturally. Tsunade
ran her small hands over Jiraiya’s taut stomach, teasing
him with tenuous, tantalizing spirals of her fingertips. Her hands rested on
his hips as she firmly massaged them and allowed her teammate’s heated body to
react accordingly—thrusting forcefully into her masterful s. class=SpellE>Tsunade smiled innocently as she touched class=SpellE>Jiraiya’s face calmly. Tsunade, a
master of her own world, leaned back and stretched out her legs invitingly. class=SpellE>Jiraiya’s interest piqued when she removed her dark pink
skirt, revealing mesh shorts and barely-there underwear. Jiraiya
hastily pulled his loose kimono and shorts around his heated flesh.

Jiraiya took Tsunade
in his arms eagerly, peeling back the revealing mesh overshirt
and shorts that still hung on her body. caressed
the back of Tsunade’s neck lightly as he flicked his
tongue into Tsunade’s warm mouth. Their lips met in
an explosion of subtle fire, but Jiraiya was far from
finished. His hands traced Tsunade’s back and brushed
the outline of her hips. She shivered slightly in the damp heat, and class=SpellE>Jiraiya coul lon longer control himself after thomenoment.
His eager, youthful passion exploded as he placed Tsunade
on the ground with momentary gentleness. His hormones erupted as he shimmied
out of his restrictive robes and

slipped Tsunade
out of hers. Their bodies met with a graceful shudder as Jiraiya
untied Tsunade’s hair and feverishly kissed and
touched the girl.

Tsunade responded roughly as she grabbed
Jiraiya’s shoulders and forced him to commit the
final action of their drawn-out and nearly endless foreplay…

mal>She promptly pushed him under her own body after rapidly
turning him over. Jiraiya’s face was crimson and damp
in the brilliant sunlight; he allowed Tsunade to guide
his body to her a m a moment of thunder. They connected and reacted instantly; class=SpellE>Jiraiya moved like a tsunami without control—rocking and thrashing
like the inexperienced paramour that he was.

Tsunade grinned at the
white-haired boy’s efforts. She matched his efforts with reciprocal ecstasy,
hands grazing Jiraiya’s firm body as she movn
un
unison with her teammate. She was caught breathless for an instant as class=SpellE>Jiraiya explored her with his rough hands. Her breath
escaped in rapid whispers of style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Jiraiya!”
and “yes!” intermittently. Jiraiya was considerably
louder; his energy manifested itself in rather loud moans that escaped his
sun-dried lips.

Orochimaru’s face was the
slightest bid red as he turned from the couple. Even so, something about their
actions interested him –ever- so
slightly….

“Um… guyssaidsaid Orochimaru in
his calm voice. Several minutes had passed, and Jiraiya
and Tsunade showed no signs of slowing down.

“I’m going to—to leave” uttered the pale boy in a breathless
voice, uncomfortable for one of the first times in his life.

JlE>Jiraiya had climaxed already and class=SpellE>Tsunade was on the verge of ecstasy when class=SpellE>Orochimaru’s soft voice reached them. Something about the
sibilant intonations of his words interested Jiraiya
for a moment, but he promptly shook it off.

“Oro--- chi---- class=SpellE>maru… I’m ---busy,” managed Jiraiya
as he allowed Tsunade to command his movements yet
again. Orochimaru’s face was tinged with a slight
redness as he turned his eyes from the scene.

Naturally, there was no way out. Jiraiya
and Tsunade stood to their feet in a few moments,
tired and sweaty and still –quite-
horny. Jiraiya grinned wickedly at their black-haired
teammate, and Tsunade curled her finger, motioning
for Oro to join them.

“I…” began Orochimaru as he felt a
tremor of pleasure run through his lithe body. He turned to the tan, welcoming
body of his obnoxious teammate as he approached the white-haired man wi
hu
hungry grin.

“You’re mine, you bastard… You ruined my meditation, so you’ll
pay—“ he hissed
wickedly, flicking his long tongue past his parted lips.

Jiraiya didn’t know what to expect.
He had never felt much attraction towards another male, but for some reason… class=SpellE>Orochimaru was different.

Jiraiya looked towards class=SpellE>Oro with a curious expectation as the taller boy whipped
his black hair behind his head and threw his arms around Jiraiya’s
neck. Oro smiled ey asy as he leaned class=SpellE>Jiraiya against a thick tree and ran his smooth hands over
the white-haired boy’s back.

“You asked for this,” murmured Orochimaru
in a voice that was similar to the purring of a wild cat.

The black-haired boy fiercely crushed his lips against the innocent,
idealized lips of his sworn enemy. Jiraiya was full
of energy and warmth, much like the sun…. He was also very proud and fun to toy
with.

“Looks like I can still make you squirm,” whispered class=SpellE>Orochimaru into Jiraiya’s ear as
he flicked his tongue over his lips yet again. Oro
grinned at Jir>Jiraiya’s lack of style='mso-spacerun:yes'> a struggle as he felt ene enemy’s hands
reluctantly touch his face. Jiraiya brought class=SpellE>Orochimaru’s slim body towards his own, reveling in the moment
that he never thought would happen…

Tsunade grinned at the scene. She
could feel the reluctancy melting and the passion
taking control between the two enemies as they touched each other in a
forbidden, hormone-driven dance.

Jiraiya tried to break away from the
snake-boy’s grip, but resistance was futile. He was Orochimaru’s
captive, and nothing would change that….

Except for Tsunade.

“Outta the way, boys,” said class=SpellE>Tsunade loudly as she approached Orochimaru.
Behind his dark robes, Tsunade knew that a lustful teenage
boy hung back in there, cloaked in shadows.

“Let me get a taste of snake-boy,” she said slyly before she
pulled Orochimaru into a trance-like connecting of
their bodies and mouths. She threw her hands about his neck and pulled down his
restrictive kimono for an instant. His flesh was surprisingly warm and
welcoming, and his face was beautifully warm in the fading light.

“Oro…” she whispered as he fell
under her control for an instant. Orochimaru shook it
off, trying his best to control his rampant hormones.

“I… I have to leave. I shouldn’t be like this,” said class=SpellE>Orochimaru to himself.

Jiraiya ln> laughed out loud, folding
his arms casually.

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“You might not want to be like this, but your body does,”
teased the loud-mouthed boy.

Orochimaru glared at class=SpellE>Jiraiya before he inwardly admitted the fruitlessness of this
struggle and continued their little war of hormones.

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