I Must Paint You

I Must Paint You
Sai meets the Sand siblings and suddenly crazy nicknames are the least of team Kakashi’s worries. [TemariSai] [Come on, someone had to write it.]

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Dinner with the Kazekage was a hair-raising event. Naruto was prattling on as usual and fighting to be the center of attention, Sakura was trying to simultaneously ignore him and kick him under the table and make polite small talk with Kankurou and also ignore the fact that Kakashi had his book open on his lap, Yamato was eating in austere silence, and Sai was sitting at the end of the table, at the corner, with Temari. Since they all knew Temari to be the quiet type and Sakura was also simultaneously babysitting everything Sai said (she wasn’t about to let his inept attempts to make friends cause an international incident), this corner was not the center of attention.

Oh, but Sakura had to reach to kick Naruto hard when he neglected to remember the food on his fork as he made enthusiastic hand gestures while he conveyed the story about their last mission to the Kazekage. She was gritting her teeth and raising her eyebrows at him and he was not getting the picture. (“What, Sakura? What is it? What do you want? I don’t understand.”)

And suddenly, before she realized what had happened, and before Yamato’s sensitive ears went from amusing themselves with listening in on Sakura’s silent lecture to monitoring Sai – no one had the time to stop him. Well, Kakashi did, but he was honestly curious to see how the Sand kunoichi would react. No one else even realized what had happened until the air in the room suddenly dropped twenty degrees.

“Is that an appropriate nickname?” Sai asked her as a follow-up, always checking the quality of his social endeavors.

Naruto’s face went pale.

Sakura’s hands went to her mouth in horror. He didn’t!

The Kazekage raised his nonexistent eyebrows.

Yamato blanched. He did.

Kankurou bit back a grin.

“You see, I’m trying to learn how to fit in better with everyone, and I read this book that says that if you give someone a nickname…”

“What did you call me?” Temari asked in a very low voice.

“Fatty!”

Dead silence descended on the table. Kankurou was trying to make his rampant laughter look like a cough caused by a piece of food stuck in his windpipe. Naruto’s face was stuck in a nervous grin. Sakura, in a panic, grabbed him by the sleeve and hissed in his ear, “Say something quick, you idiot!”

“Ha ha ha, that Sai! What a kidder!” Naruto yelled. “Ow! What, what did I do wrong?”

Sakura smiled and tried to shift attention back to the other end of the table. “So you were saying before, Kazekage-sama…” she said in an unnecessarily loud voice.

“I wasn’t saying anything,” Gaara deadpanned.

While Sakura desperately attempted to resuscitate conversation at that end of the table, Kakashi inconspicuously kept his ears open to Sai’s interesting interaction. He wondered if Temari had developed any new wind-based techniques since the last time he’d seen her fight. He had a feeling they were all going to get a live demonstration. Life was so interesting when you were on the same team with Naruto and Sai: if one of them wasn’t making a scene, the other one was unintentionally starting one.

Temari was in a kind of daze. “No man,” she said, “has ever had the gall to call me fat.”

“Ha ha, well it’s interesting really. At first I tried calling people by characteristics, but I learned that women didn’t like that, so what you do is pick a word that’s the opposite of what they are…”

Temari’s face twitched. “Indeed.”

“Yes! In fact I would say you have quite a nice body. You’re really only slightly fat.”

Naruto and Sakura were making so much noise at the other end of the table by now that this comment went totally unnoticed by everyone except Kakashi, who had now been reading the same paragraph for five minutes. This was much more interesting than his book. Temari narrowed her eyes. “Just who are you, exactly?”

“I am called Sai.”

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“Sai, are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” Sakura asked later that evening. “Kankurou’s going to show us the catacombs below the theater. They’re over two thousand years old, it’s really interesting…”

“No thanks. I’ll just be in here.”

“This is the first time you’ve ever been in Suna and you just want to stay in your room?” Naruto asked, incredulous.

Sai didn’t tell him about the many reconnaissance missions where he’d flown through the city at night. He knew many dark corners of Suna and didn’t really need to see more, and anyway, there were far more interesting things to be doing.

“Yes, I had great inspiration for a drawing tonight,” Sai said.

Naruto rolled his eyes, but Sakura said, “That’s so cool! Well, see you tomorrow!”

“Good night.”

“Naruto, Sakura, are you coming?” Yamato called out to them. Sai waved goodbye to his teammates as they darted through the doorframe.

A voice came from the bathroom: “Are they gone?”

“Yes,” Sai said in his absolutely casual tone.

Temari stepped out. “All right, look here, are you serious about this?”

He flashed her that same bland smile that had been setting her on edge all evening. “Of course!”

She inhaled deeply, as if considering. “You had just better not get any funny ideas.”

“I don’t know what you could mean,” Sai said innocently.

“You do realize that perfect strangers don’t normally do this?”

“We’re not strangers,” said Sai. “You’re Sabaku no Temari, and I’m Sai.”

She scoffed. “Fine then. Where?”

“Right here would be best. That way we won’t stand the chance of being interrupted… at least until Naruto and Yamato come back. I wouldn’t want to disturb them while they’re trying to sleep.”

Temari raised her eyebrows. “As entertaining as that would be for everyone, how about we go to my room instead? Um… the light’s better.”

“Of course, if you like.”

Ten minutes later, she stood in front of him in her room with the knot of her yukata firmly tied at her waist. He was sitting on a chair in the middle of her room with a sketchpad in his lap. “Why did you want to do this again?” she blurted out.

“Well, you see, your body has a unique line, the curve of your shoulder is rather abrupt, your hips are too wide, and your posture is entirely strange for a kunoichi.”

“Ten years of lugging around a steel fan will do that,” Temari muttered.

“Also, your hair is awful. I’ve never tried to draw hair that was so coarse and uneven. I thought it would be a challenge.”

Temari grit her teeth. “So you want to draw me because I’m fat and ugly?”

Sai laughed his calculated, fake laugh, which grated on her nerves. “I never said ugly, just fat. You’re actually rather beautiful, for some reason.”

And there it was again. She could not figure this guy out. Was he trying to seduce her or what? The desert was a lonely place, especially when you were the sister of the Kazekage and most males with any sense whatsoever were terrified of you, and frankly Temari was ready and willing to be seduced. But it seemed like this odd, dark-haired ninja was either completely clueless or so subtle in his manipulation that she couldn’t tell what he was up to. He just didn’t seem to be playing the game. The only viable alternative seemed to be to take his word for it. So far he wasn’t the lying type.

What a weirdo.

Oh well… maybe a nice nude picture would make her life less boring.

“All right,” she said, hands firmly on her hips, “how do you want to do this?”

Sai held his chin in his hand for a moment. “Open your yukata and kneel on the bed. No, wait. Pull out the sheets and crumple them under you first.”

Temari was not used to being ordered around by anyone other than Gaara. Once again this boy’s forwardness caught her completely off guard. She breathed once through her nose, then decided that the only way to counter him at his own game was to play it her way. She flung open the yukata in one quick move, not showing the slightest shyness as she pulled herself onto the bed and submitted to his direction. “Like this?” she asked. Her yukata hung wide open, the obi cast aside, and her breasts hung out in plain sight.

“No, actually I’ve changed my mind. Lie on your back. No, prop yourself up on your elbows. Yes, that’s it exactly. Bend one leg. Good. Can you take your hair down?”

She shifted, and with one hand she pulled out all four hair ties in about three seconds. She then ruffled her coarse and uneven hair so that it was even moreso, figuring she might as well give the freak what he was after. She could feel that her messy blonde hair was going everywhere, probably forming a halo around her head. Hopefully it had that especially messy after-sex look, since she’d been sweating in the heat earlier today. Her grin was the nonverbal equivalent of a low-throated purr. This would be an interesting picture.

“That expression. Keep that smile and those eyes – just like that.”

She was more than happy to comply. She studied him carefully as he scratched away at his paper with various crayons and pencils. Come to think of it, he was just her type: dark-haired, dark-eyed, mysterious. She wouldn’t have added completely air-headed to that list before, but she was starting to reconsider. This weirdo was just odd enough to really get her attention. What was most interesting was that he apparently had absolutely no reaction to what he was looking at. Here she was on full display, her body increasingly and ever-more obviously aroused, and he was just sitting there, happily sketching.

“Just who are you, exactly?” she asked him as he drew. “I never saw you in Konoha before.”

“I was with ANBU,” he said.

She nodded. That explained a lot. The ANBU in Suna tended to be head cases, too.

Fifteen minutes later he put the final touches on his sketch and blew the dust away. “Can I see?” she asked.

“I’ll send a copy of the finished painting. I want to try another position.”

That phrase carried some rather enticing connotations in Temari’s mind, but Sai apparently had no idea that it would suggest anything unrelated to the work at hand.

Next it was Temari curled around herself on the bed, then Temari naked holding the sheets up to cover her chest, then Temari looking back at him over her shoulder with the yukata slipping down her arms, then slouched against the headboard with her arms behind it, her legs crossed, in a pointedly impatient full frontal. By this time her cheeks were rather rosy – in fact, the flush had crawled across her chest and up her neck, and blood had made its way to some less obvious corners of her body as well. She wondered how he could possibly miss the fact that her nipples were a lot taller and rather more rigid than when he had started.

“This is really quite interesting,” he said. “I usually just do abstracts.”

“Is that so?” Temari said. A normal person would have heard the annoyance in her voice.

“Yes. In fact, I could do this all night. …Please don’t breathe so heavily. It helps if you stay as still as possible.”

She shifted ever so slightly against the headboard and glared at him. “Sai, do you ever find it difficult to be a homosexual man in your profession?”

His brow creased momentarily as he sketched. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.”

“A gay man, as in a man that prefers other men’s penises as opposed to female bodies.”

“I don’t follow you.”

“As in one who sucks cock.”

“Excuse me?”

“As in one who has sex with men instead of women,” she said. Good god, was he completely brainless?

Sai gave her his fake, good-natured smile. “I don’t have sex with anyone.”

Temari stared, baffled. “Are you serious?”

“In my division of ANBU, we were taught early on to shut off all emotional and bodily reactions to other people. I never really gave it much thought, actually. Sex was just for the specialized kunoichi.”

Temari blinked. He had to be trying to seduce her, there was no way this guy was for real… “People have sex for fun too, you know. It isn’t just about business.”

“Is that so?” he asked, curious.

“You do do things for fun, don’t you? You’re an artist. That isn’t part of the shinobi job description.”

“Well actually, in my case…”

Temari rolled her eyes. “Oh forget it.” She rolled onto her side. “Are we just about through here? I’m getting a little tired.”

“Just one more,” Sai said. “Stay just like that.”

She tried not to tap her fingers while he finished. This guy was unbelievable. She was going to go nuts tonight. She was so horny she’d need both hands. Didn’t it just figure that the one guy she’d get naked for all year would be a nut job like this?

Sai blended the graphite with his thumb just slightly in one spot near her areola. He was well satisfied – this had been a most productive evening, but he had the distinct feeling that his model was getting a trifle impatient. When he looked up, to his immense displeasure, the body part he had been working on before looked completely different. His brow creased while he wondered how to fix this.

Temari was too stunned to say anything when he suddenly reached over and tweaked her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her mouth flew open with a startled gasp. She was even more stunned when he sat back just as complacently and went back to drawing without a word as she tried to catch her breath.

“Your yukata is in the way,” he said.

“Wha…?”

“I said your yukata is in the way. It’s falling back over your shoulders. Please move it.”

She glared at him stonily.

There were only two possibilities. Number one, he was a world-class mindfucker, and this was leading up to some end that she could not foresee but that would benefit him somehow. Or number two, he really was completely and utterly innocent.

If it were the first, two could play at that game. If it were the second, she could fix that in short order.

“Please move your yukata,” he said again.

She leaned back ever so slightly and lifted an eyebrow. “You do it.”

He tried not to betray his annoyance. Was she really that tired? He set his sketch board down and reached over the bed. She was lying on her side this time. He tugged the sleeve of the yukata down her arm ever so slightly. Why was she grabbing the front of his shirt? Why was she licking her lips like that? Wh – hmmph.

Temari glued her mouth onto his and created enough suction that there was no way he was escaping now. She flopped onto her back and pulled him down on top of her without letting go of his mouth. He wasn’t exactly encouraging her, but he wasn’t pulling away either. How convenient that his shirt was only half-there to begin with. With her face secured to his, her hands could crawl over his abs with no obstruction whatsoever. She was exceedingly pleased with herself when she scratched his tightly-muscled sides and elicited a gasp. Her fingers quickly traveled up underneath the black half-ass shirt that he wore. Honestly, if he was going to show off his six-pack like that, what was the point of even wearing clothing?

Sai was having revelations. Of course he knew all about sex in an abstract kind of way, it had just never occurred to him that he might get to experience it firsthand. This woman underneath him was odd in a lot of ways. He still marveled at the shape of her face and the absolute random nature of her hair. It fanned out around her head now as her lips glistened and her eyes darkened in a way that was not at all displeasing.

Her fingers finally caught the nipples underneath his shirt. “It’s only fair,” she said as she twisted them mercilessly. “What goes around, comes around.”

“This is… interesting,” he commented.

“Interesting? I’ll show you interesting.”

Before he could react, she flipped him over on the bed and pinned his shoulders to the mattress. She then ripped open his shirt. Her hot and hungry mouth fell on one of the nipples that she’d previously caught between fingers. “Hey,” Sai interjected.

A sharp bite from her and a glance of her teal eyes silenced all complaints.

Her arms found his elbows and pinned him to the bed more firmly. He watched, incredulous, as her mouth crept down his torso, burning a trail from his right nipple to the bottom of his ribs to his belly button, where her tongue paused to venture in a few times, down further and further, and suddenly his pants were open and he didn’t know how they had gotten that way.

She sat up and yanked his pants off. Bothersome, tight black things were nice to look at but had no place on her bed. Now he was only in his tighty-whities, which she took great pleasure in shimmying down his waist until his little braggart was in clear sight. And he was only flying half-mast, still! She was furious with herself, and doubly so with him. “That’s it,” she said viciously. She yanked his underwear down his legs with ninja efficiency.

“Temari-san – do I still need to call you Temari-san? Is it all right if I just call you Temari? I agaghghg…”

Her mouth fell onto his manhood. It was certainly one to be proud of, she reflected. It was so thick that when she drew it into her oral cavity she barely had room to negotiate her tongue. She didn’t need to do too much negotiating, however: after a moment of light suction he was finally flying full sail.

Sai was having revelation upon revelation. Of course there was a point in his boyhood where he’d experimented extensively with his body, but nothing he had ever done felt like the way her hot mouth was blanking his mind. His ANBU-cultivated instincts were telling him that he was letting down his guard and was already in real trouble, but at this point he would happily be subject to any means of torture she would provide. Her quick tongue was erasing years of training, and lick by lick his defenses were dissolving. Was he going blind? It seemed that he was going blind. How curious…

She sucked, she toyed, she nuzzled the tip with her teeth. Her right hand wrapped around the bottom, her left hand found the soft sac underneath his shaft and cupped it gently. She began to explore it gently while her tongue traveled up and down his member, which twitched underneath her, and to her immense satisfaction she was finally eliciting vocalizations from him in time with his rapid breaths. She smirked and drew him deep down her throat while twisting her tongue around him and rolling his balls in her hot hands, and suddenly her mouth was full of fluid.

He panted after the release, shocked at himself, more shocked at her. She sat up in front of him with a satisfied smirk on her face as she swallowed down the last of his essence. “I guess you know now what those drawings are all about,” she said with a snicker.

“Uhhhh…” he said unintelligibly.

Her hand found his balls again and prodded them. The tip of her tongue gravitated toward the head of his cock and tickled it back to life a little. Then she pulled up again and straddled his leg. “My turn,” she said.

She gripped his right thigh between her legs, and the feeling of his muscle rustling against her clit was almost enough for her, but not quite. She wanted much, much more than this. She rocked against him slowly, creating a mind-numbing pace, and while he was still lax beneath her she grabbed one of his hands and guided it toward her clit. She spread out the first two fingers and sculpted them around her tiny nub, rubbing his digits against either side. When he flexed them on his own and started prodding out of curiosity she let go of his hands and let her own rise up to her nipples, which she pulled and twisted gently. “Ohhhhh… just like that. Yes, just like that,” she moaned.

He investigated. What was this, women had a little tiny penis? How curious. He flicked the tip of his finger against the hood and earned a sharp cry for this action. Extrapolating on what he knew he enjoyed, he trapped her between his forefinger and middle finger and tickled her with his thumb, which made her bear down on his thigh and increase her pace and volume significantly. “Ooooooh just like that,” she repeated, louder than before. “Ahhhh…”

He suddenly was not satisfied with just lying there submissively. With one smooth motion he flipped them over and pinned her underneath him. She deserved some of her own medicine. Her eyes flew open, but she didn’t object when he took her wrists and cuffed them with one of his hands above her head. He wanted to have all the power. Her eyes pleaded with him and her mouth opened against her will while he took the other hand and tortured the little nub between her legs. She tried to rub her thighs together but he finagled himself in between them so that she couldn’t close them against each other. He was in a position that made him the controller of every sensation she experienced. He pinched the nub lightly between two fingers and rubbed the hood of it with his thumb, and she closed her eyes and moaned in agony, trying to clench his hand between her thighs but blocked by his own legs.

Finally an investigative finger nuzzled up and found her rather damp opening. Her eyes and mouth flew open again and she voiced a choked sob. He pushed his finger up and out and her hips thrust at him in response. “Oh god Sai… yes… right there… harder….” She was so tight and hot and moist in there, he couldn’t believe it. So this was what women were all about? He’d always joked about it, but he’d never felt it firsthand, so to speak. This was really something interesting.

He found himself staring at her chest in wonder, and before he knew what was happening she pulled one wrist away from his grasp and dragged his head down to her nipple and ordered him to suck. He did so with no complaint. It felt rough in his mouth, like a tough piece of meat, and he let his teeth crawl over it until she screamed at him and bucked against his fingers. “Shit… fuck… ahhhhh!” she said, driving his digits into her hole, and he felt the strangest contractions of muscle around his forefinger.

She bucked for a minute and he felt her movements slowly die down, but he himself was stiff as a sword again, and he was rather curious to find out what would happen if he did this properly. While she was still recovering, he took her legs in both arms and lifted them up, and then he pushed his hips into hers on instinct. His cock found her opening and he drilled into it without mercy. When her knees were on his shoulders his hips drove far into hers, she moaned in surprise and her eyes flew open, and that only encouraged him, and he buried himself in her sweet hot deepness as far as he could go.

She gave a yelp, but he didn’t relent. He pulled back and drove in harder. He lifted both of her legs over his left shoulder and bent down over her so that she was nearly bent double. She let the whine of ecstasy vibrate in her throat since it brought him such obvious arousal, and so she was only interrupted when he pushed all the way into her and could go no further. Her cries escalated in volume. He was wide and huge and he was filling her up like she had never predicted in her horniest fantasies. If it took as much aggravation as she had experienced in the last year to get this much pleasure, she would do it willingly again and again every season.

He was moving on pure instinct now, pounding into her thoughtlessly, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. Every time she felt the tip of his cock hit her cervix she wanted to trap him there. She didn’t know or care how long he was, but he was thick and he filled her up, wall to wall, and she wanted to hold him and milk him for all he was worth. Finally she couldn’t take it; she wrenched herself out of his grasp and flipped them both over.

He was taken by surprise; her wrists escaped his hand and she traded positions so that he was pinned beneath her again, his upper arms clenched in her vibrating fists, and then suddenly she pinned his hips down with her own and rubbed the top of her pelvis against him and a long broken moan came out of her throat while she held him tight, and he felt the walls of her tight hot tunnel close around him fast and wild, again and again, and she began to bounce on his hips and rode out her pulsing orgasm until it was nothing but a mild beating on his member. And then, because she was utterly lax and complacent, he pushed her off and rolled her onto her stomach and pulled her hips up to his, and again and pounded out his own rhythm while his seed spurted out of him. He pinned her one last time to the mattress while his hips dug into hers, boring her hard into the mattress, and then he let go, let himself go lax within her, felt her flutter one last flutter and finally released everything. He collapsed on top of her, breathing hard. He couldn’t even remember her name.

They lay there catching their breath for what felt like an eternity. She finally crawled out from under him and rolled to her side, though, and her fingers traveled to his asshole and played an enticing game there. “Finished with your piece already, are you?” she said.

“Hardly,” he answered as he felt his dick wake up again.

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“This is really lovely, Sai,” Sakura said, her fingers ghosting over the sketch of a tree that she recognized as the one just outside the Hokage’s tower. “You should do something with this. Are all the ones in this sketchbook trees?” She flipped the page and suddenly found herself at a loss for words. “Oh… my…”

Naruto was instantly curious. “What’s that? Oh!” As he stared in shock at the Kazekage’s sister splayed out on a bedspread in a position that definitely encouraged a nosebleed. “Er.”

“Those are some interesting sketches, aren’t they?” Sai said conversationally.

“Um…” Sakura said.

“Does Gaara know you drew this?” Naruto demanded, his cheeks bright red – while he tried to get a better view.

“Of course! I had to send a copy of the finished painting to Temari.”

Many miles away, the Kazekage opened his mail, and his nonexistent eyebrows flew up to his hairline.

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A/N. My first stab at smut! Any and all comments/ constructive crit you would like to give are welcome – please don’t be shy. Bash if you like. I’ve never done this before so I’ll take any advice I can get.

PS. I am a huge fan of Redsliver and Hisbeautiful's Bible of Lemons. Consider this a drunken homage.