Paper Doll

NOTES: This "greatest and most secret jutsu" of Sai's is complete BS. This is porn for the sake of porn, so just enjoy it and don't think about it too much.

Here we go.

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Sai flung out a scroll of parchment. It stretched across the bathroom’s tiled floor, rolling until it bumped against the other side of the room. It was a good thing this floor was clean and dry, too; otherwise his paper would be getting filthy, and Sai didn’t like that kind of rubbish ruining his art, especially art of this caliber. After judging and calculating the correct distance, he walked across the room and sliced off the appropriate length of parchment with a kunai then whipped out his paintbrush, twirling it around in his fingers and dipping it into a pouch he kept belted to his side for all his art jutsu. It was always fully-filled with jelly-textured ink. The softest, softest, most pleasurable kind. The kind you could use for all sorts of fun things, not just drawing and sketching.

And oh, how he’d been needing this so badly ever since laying eyes upon that new guy—well, new to him at least. In preparation, he’d already locked the bathroom door shut, disallowing any interruptions with a couple of kunai and windmill shuriken. That’d keep out any villagers passing by easily enough. He glanced up at the windows. Plain daylight spilled from them, but he paid them no heed. They were all so high off the floor that no one could observe what he was doing even if they wanted to. Without a grin or a frown, he slipped out of his clothes, stacking them all in neat squares upon the floor in the cleanest spot he could find. He turned around and squatted beside the parchment, staring at it wistfully as he began to paint, to sketch, to draw, to create. He hadn’t had any time to do this up until now, and at the moment, he only had a thirty-minute break to do it in; nevertheless, that was more than enough time. Plenty of time, really.

And within two minutes alone, he’d already poured life upon the paper below, feeling his shaft begin to grow, to swell at the sight of his creation, and he’d gotten everything down to perfection, too, including that trademarkable grin, those gleaming canines, that incredibly strong jawline, those simple-yet-interesting marks slashing across those cheeks, that proud chest, those oddly-trapezoidal eyes. Yes, everything. Now to just work on the backside. See, when dealing with a two-dimensional surface like this (which was just about the only thing Sai ever cared to deal with in the first place), you had to sketch both sides of the paper in order to get the full effect—the full effect of his greatest and most secret jutsu—so he flipped the sheet over and began to paint those firm buttocks, adding in the muscles rippling down that back, shading in every nook and cranny, darkening those spikes of hair, copying that cocky stance perfectly until he had an exact replica of the guy—the guy he’d so recently discovered a sudden burning desire for; a desire he’d never quite felt anything similar to until now. What to name this paper doll, though? Would it be the bitch? or the alpha-male?

He was about to find out.

He took his kunai and carefully cut out the drawing, removing the triangular empty space between the arms and body and widespread legs until he had something similar to a giant male bathroom sign in his hands. He thought that was rather ironic and ended up smiling at his sense of humor. Wasn’t that what you were supposed to do when something was humorous? Well whatever you were supposed to do, it didn’t matter at this juncture. He stood up, whirling the paper doll around and checking it over to make sure he’d gotten every last detail correct. He had what they called a true photographic memory, and he’d already caught plenty of glimpses of this male when they’d changed out of their rain-kimonos that one day; so after only a few seconds of scanning and rescanning, he decided it was all entirely accurate.

Whirling the doll around once more, he stabbed his kunai directly through its backside, directly through that spot where the so-called “entrance” would be, then he tossed the blade to the side where it landed upon his clothing without a sound.

And now his cock was throbbing. He smeared some leftover ink all over it, lathering up his erection until it was a sleek shade of jet, and with that out of the way, he pulled the doll into an embrace, slipping straight through that newly-made hole, his penis visible over its shoulder, poking out the other side.

He clasped his hands together in a seal. “Paper Clone jutsu.”

Black and white chakra swirled around him and the doll, paper flames and wisps of ink enveloping the two of them together as a blast of smoke exploded forth. It veiled Sai’s vision completely, but he could still feel in all this fog; and what he felt was wet flesh tightening around his cock, squeezing him in its grip as the cloud of smoke began to dissipate. Then that paper flesh began to grow textures, too, swelling into three dimensions, sweat moistening its muscles. It felt supple and soft, yet firm and sculpted at the same time, and then his creation began to make its first sounds of life, a few deep moans escaping that blossoming throat as he felt the doll shifting its weight on its feet, those mounds of muscle clenching and unclenching around his cock. He laid his cheek upon its sturdy back, watching the skin and hair gain color, smiling genuinely against the warmth of this new companion, this new friend. How he loved having a jutsu like this. Of course, he could’ve simply used a combination of his ink clone and transformation jutsu to achieve the same effect; however, there was at least one significant difference between the two techniques:

“Hey, what the fuck’s going on here?” the clone asked, completely in-character, completely with character. “Where the hell am I, and why am I fricking naked?”

It was so perfect; the personality, the physical features: bossy and domineering; beefy and well-endowed. This was the very male Sai’d always sought, the very male he could never have imitated with one of his ink clones. All compliments of his greatest and most secret jutsu.

Unfortunately, he didn’t know how to respond: “You’re in a public bathroom, Inuzuka Kiba, and my penis is presently inside you.”

“. . . Heh, do what now?”

“I am making love to you with my penis.” Sai thought about it some more. “Friend.”

The Inuzuka’s back flexed, his inner walls pushed, and out popped Sai’s penis.

“Is something wrong?” Sai asked, his hands resting on those broad shoulders. How he craved this contact.

But Kiba spun around dizzily and bared his teeth, acidic breath drifting off them. “Your cock? In my ass? What’s the big idea, man?”

“Did I do something not good?” Sai asked, scrunching his face up a bit as he’d seen Naruto do when inquiring others. “I thought this was how human beings showed affection for one another.”

“I was just sitting there in a bar, chatting it up and sharing some saké with Kakashi like we were old friends—and, and now I’m getting ass-raped—by you?”

“That’s correct.”

A pause, then: “Well hey, I don’t even really know you, man. I mean, don’t get me wrong, though, I’m all into the butt stuff, actually. Been doing it for years . . . in fact”—he reached out, pulling Sai close—“could you put in a good word for me to Naruto? Since you’re on his team and all.”

Sai blinked. “You like Naruto?”

“Yeah.” Kiba grinned, the saké-breath just flowing out his mouth now. “Been after his ass for awhile now, actually. Just—just tell him I wanna take him out for some ramen at, uhh—at, uhh, Ichiraku’s, that’s the place. Just tell him I wanna catch up with him and all that junk, you know? And, uhh, tell him I’ll even let him top me, if he wants to—after I top him first, of course, heh.”

“Umm—”

“Actually, never you mind that, man,” Kiba continued, chuckling. “Don’t tell him I said any of that stuff at all, ’cause I don’t even know if he’s into guys or not; so—so just tell him I wanna treat him to a meal or something like that next chance we get, all right? Can I count on you, man?”

Sai thought about this request, strategizing and calculating. See, this paper clone standing before him, it was only the Inuzuka’s subconscious. It’d be gone and forgotten once he was finished with it. And its drunken behavior, its casual dismissal of any potential relationship with him was somehow cranking up the lust in Sai’s loins, burning them like he’d never experienced before. Basically, this sort of almost-anonymous sex worked for him, he realized, and after pondering just a tad more on what to say next exactly, he ran his tongue across his lips then drew in a quick breath through his nostrils.

“I’ll tell him on one condition.”

“One condition?” Kiba said. “Your cock was in my ass just now, man! Don’t I get like a, like a frisbee? er—a freebie?”

“I have to do that in order to bring you here. It is the penis power.”

“. . . Oh-h-h-h-h.”

“And like all friends should, I’ll do whatever you want me to do if you’ll just do this for me. In other words, I will scratch your back if you scratch mine.” Sai nodded scholastically with a smile. “I read that somewhere . . . anyway, I think it is a good deal.”

“Well—honestly, I think it sounds okay, too . . . so I guess I’m game, man.” Kiba took his hand off Sai’s shoulder and lazily slid it through his hair, blinking his eyes as though he had to think about it. “So, uhh, what do you want me to do for you?”

“I want you to put your penis inside me.”

Kiba frowned a moment—then smirked. “I can definitely do that.”

“Good, because that is what friends—”

Kiba dragged Sai into a clumsy kiss, and Sai felt the Inuzuka’s saké-flavored tongue wiping all around his palate, turning his mouth inside-out in a heartbeat, those hairy armpits scratching his shoulders as he felt the Inuzuka start sliding his hands down his back, already grasping both his buttocks, massaging them with surprising care.

“Shut up, man,” Kiba said, and Sai felt that wolfish grin grinning against his face, those prickly whiskers nibbling his pale cheeks. “You were starting to sound like my pal Shino for a minute there.”

“Shino—Shino is very quiet,” Sai said. “He—”

“Take after him for just a minute, man.” Kiba bit the corners of Sai’s mouth, kissing him again, silencing him, then backed away to speak: “It’ll make things go a lot smoother.”

And before Sai could reply, Kiba stuffed that tongue down his throat again, tasting him, groping his ass and rubbing those hairy pectorals up and down Sai’s hairless chest.

Kiba backed off, smirking. “In other words—shut up, man. Be quiet and don’t talk. Just let me fuck you. I’ll do it long and good and you’ll love it.” He planted a kiss on Sai’s forehead. “Promise.”

And once more, before Sai could get in another word, the Inuzuka dove into his mouth again, easing the two of them to the floor in the process, sliding his hands all over him, and somehow amidst all this, Sai remembered that he still had ink in his palm. The soft, soft kind. He took two fingers and thrust them into himself, lathering his entrance and circling them around as he felt Kiba start exploring his scalp, those callused palms sliding through his hair and across his cheeks, holding his face in the kiss.

But then Kiba abruptly stopped. “You ready, man?”

“. . . I can speak now?”

Kiba scoffed, nodding. “Yeah, go ahead, man. I don’t got any of that lube stuff on me, so—”

“I’m ready.” Sai turned around, positioning himself and presenting his ass for the male behind him. “Take me, Kiba.”

“Heh, that’s Kiba the alpha-male to you,” the Inuzuka said, and Sai felt the guy settle himself behind him. He could hear Kiba spitting a few times, followed by a sort of shlick-shlick sound, then: “So you like it doggy-style, eh? Great. Me, too. Now just shut up and let me fuck your tight little asshole, bitch.”

And at that moment, Sai recalled from some random text he’d read that he was supposed to feel hatred in response to words like that—but all he felt was lust, desire, passion, the need for this dominant male behind him to slam that penis power on into him. Right now.

“Fuck, you’re toasty,” Kiba said, his cock nestled against Sai’s entrance. “Gonna like fucking you, I bet . . . as a matter of fact, you’re—you’re actually my first, you know—er, my first human, technically.”

Sai pondered on that, about to inquire when he felt that Inuzuka cock slip on into his ass.

“Oh-h-h-h-h, yea-a-a-a-ah. Hot. Tight. And wet.”

Sai shuddered, aware that he was trembling as he felt his rectum swelling with the Inuzuka’s shaft, its crown crushing against his prostate already. It was thicker than his paintbrushes, that was for sure. A lot thicker. Felt like flames were licking up underneath his skin, too, gnashing away at his flesh as he felt Kiba’s firm pelvis connect with his ass, more handfuls of that absurdly-sexy body hair brushing up against him, flowing across his spine as the Inuzuka leaned forward to embrace him.

“Want me to whack you off, man?” Kiba breathed that drunken breath into his ear. “I’m good at it, heh.”

“Yes,” Sai said, strangely calm. “Please do.”

Kiba growled, rocking his hips into Sai as he reached down and clasped him in his sandpaper hands, Sai rocking ever-so-slightly back into his thrusts and feeling those dexterous fingers stretch his skin up and down; up and down; those hands gripping his balls a little roughly now and then as the two of them fell into an offbeat rhythm: Kiba timing his motions perfectly, each stroke matching his thrusts; Sai sporadically easing back onto that cock; sometimes just sitting there on his hands and knees, clenching his ass around the Inuzuka; other times pumping his ass back and forth in little inch-long motions. He wanted to savor this moment. He wanted to live in this moment. Somehow, knowing he wouldn’t made it all the more appetizing. He found himself panting lightly, occasionally stopping altogether to let Kiba do his thing, and the Inuzuka never sped up or made things uncomfortable for him. This was perfect sex, for Kiba’d mastered the penis power, and Naruto, he was in desperate need of that, whether the angry genin knew it or not. Yes, this alpha-male would suit him quite nicely. Sai’d definitely complete his end of the bargain, even if the Inuzuka would never have known whether he’d done it or not.

After all, Sai could always just summon up Kiba’s subconscious like this again and again with his greatest and most secret jutsu. Any time he felt like it, in fact. Yes, this guy was his from now on. And friends, well—they share.

“Gonna make you moan now,” Kiba whispered. “Like for serious.”

And Sai relaxed into the Inuzuka’s rhythm, smiling, thrusting, moaning.