You Are Late

When Konan arrives back in back in Amegakure from her mission it’s already the dead of the night. The village is sleeping, the only sound is the ever present tapping of the heavy rain over metal rooftops, the only light coming from the many neon lights that dot the peculiar architecture of her home-village.

She makes her way to the building where Pein and her share sleeping quarters. Her cloak is completely soaked and so are her shoes so when she gets inside she takes them off and then carefully slips in the apartment that has become their home ever since Pein deposed Hanzou. It is a small, sparsely-furnished place - despite being worshipped as a god in the village, he has never had any taste for too much luxury, and neither has she.

Barefooted, she quietly enters the dark bedroom. Pein is there, lying on his side with his back to her, the curtains partially drawn. Despite the rain it is hot in Amegakure and her partner has only a sheet thrown over his slim hips, the bright neon light seeping into the room, illuminating the curves and lines of his muscular yet slender back and his silken skin. His breathing is deep and regular and he could fool anyone but her that he’s sleeping.

She knows him better though. She knows that he never falls asleep while waiting for her to come back, just like she never sleeps when he’s out on a mission. It’s a habit that has remained from the time when they were helpless and defenseless, and no matter how powerful they become, it seems impossible for neither of them of behave differently. It is ingrained in them to be as much of an instinct as breathing.

Konan takes off the rest of her clothes and slips naked in the bed next to him, throwing a hand over his shoulder, full breasts pressing against the sensitive skin of his back, one long shapely leg wrapping around his hips over the thin sheet.

For a while, they lie quietly like that and then finally, Pein asks:

“Did it go well?” voice flat and almost emotionless.

She smiles against the soft ginger hairs at the nape of his neck:

“Perfectly so.”

His hand reaches and covers hers, fingers interlacing with hers.

“You are unhurt” it is a statement, not a question, so she doesn’t respond.

Still within her arms, he turns around to face her, faces centimeters apart, his expression calm, far too calm.

“You were due back three hours ago”

She is quiet for a moment, then says:

“The rain had caused a landslide, I had to go around it”

He relaxes then, a small, almost invisible smile lifting the corners of his mouth and his hand reaches to cup her cheek, caressing the smooth white flesh, his thumb rubbing and playing with the shiny silver stud protruding under her full lower lip.

Finally, Pein leans and kisses her, warm and dry lips pressing to hers softly, gently, almost chastely.

She sighs and leans into the kiss, opening her mouth in a silent invitation. He doesn’t hesitate to take it and slides his tongue inside, his hand traveling to her smooth shoulder and then lower to cup a full breast and massage it gently. Konan moans softly into his Pein’s mouth as his fingers take rub and roll her nipple tenderly and expertly. There is heat pooling in her groin and she can feel his answering arousal pressing against her flat belly – hot and hard and insistent.

Pein’s tongue in her mouth plays with hers, sliding and entwining together, his tongue-ring adding to his own unique taste. He rolls them over until he’s lying on top of her between her spread thighs, elbows positioned on either side of her head. They break the kiss and pause for a moment, breathing into each others’ mouths hotly and wetly. A clear drop of sweat rolls down Konan’s pale silken throat to her clavicle, leaving a glistening trail in its wake. He watches it with hungry eyes, then his tongue follows its path, the sharp studs on either corner of his lower lip scratching and teasing her sensitive skin.

Pein spends a few moments teasing the flesh between her collarbones and then his lips travel lower to the same nipple he teased with his fingers earlier. Konan’s reaction is immediate - she flings her head back, lips spreading into a breathless “O” as he suckles the pebbled flesh, and then she reaches and tangles her fingers into his silken ginger mane, tugging it softly in a reminder to give the same treatment to the other breast.

As always, he follows her wishes and peppers small nibbling kisses between her breasts before concentrating all of his attention to the neglected nipple. His slender fingers have been massaging her belly the whole time before they slip into her wetness, thumb rubbing gently against and around her clit.

She clenches hungrily around the invading digits and forcefully pulls Pein’s face up by the hair for another searing kiss, which makes him chuckle.

“Impatient” he chides teasingly and gives her a smug smirk clearly outlined by the light seeping through the partially closed curtains.

Konan’s eyes narrow like those of a ticked off cat and she suddenly wraps a long leg around his hip and heaves them around until he’s lying on his back under her and she’s straddling his muscled stomach. She grabs both his arms by the slender wrists and presses them above his head on the pillow.

Pein chuckles and she grins back at him, her white teeth gleaming in the pale light:

“You know better to tease me… Leader-sama”

His smile disappeares but the twinkling of laughter remains in those peculiar eyes of his and it her expression softens.

“Now…” she says, looking thoughtful. “What do I do with you?”

After a short pause Konan grins triumphantly and quickly turns around, still straddling his torso but with her back to him. She crawls backwards until her wet arousal is above his face and she wiggles for a moment in a clear invitation until he decides to put his mouth to good use, licking and sucking with abandon, his tongue stud providing even further stimulation. Konan’s knees nearly buckle under her from the pleasure, but she manages to control herself, other than allowing herself to moan and mewl with each hot and wet flick at her center.

Panting and trembling, the kunoichi looks down at Pein’s own erection jutting against his flat belly, the round taut balls nestled against his muscular thighs. He is hairless, they both are, and she smirks at the memory of the twice a week ritual of shaving each other. Sometimes, doing that feels even more intimate than the actual sex.

The hot metal of the stud rubs against her clit and brings her out of her reverie and she quickly leans down to take the base of his cock in her delicate hand and bring her lips to the engorged mushroom head, her tongue curling around it wetly. His hips buck sharply and she can feel him growl with arousal against her pussy and had her mouth not been full, she would have smiled.

Still holding the base, she starts lapping at it like a kitten before taking as much of the length in her mouth and sucking and humming around it, her other hand cupping his balls and massaging them gently.

Apparently, that’s too much for him, because she is suddenly jolted and brought to her hands and knees on the bed, strong fingers fisted in her hair, his cock pressed in the crack of her round bottom, Pein’s other hand going to her hip and squeezing.

They freeze like that for a moment, the only sound in the room being their rapid panting and the incessant plop-plop-plop of the rain coming from outside.

Then his hips rock slowly, very slowly, rubbing his arousal against her ass and then down against her pussy. She growls and hisses and thrusts back against him until the hand on her hip wraps around her slender waist and stills her movements. Pein has leaned down, his strong chest flush against her back, his chin against her shoulder, his soft hair tickling her cheek.

“Shhhh” is all he says and then he licks her throat and mouths the back of her neck like a tomcat about to take his mate.

And then, finally, he slides into her with one sharp, almost rough thrust. She squeals and her knees give out and all that holds her up is Pein’s strong arm around her waist.

He gives her a moment to get used to wonderful sensation of fullness and moves the hand from her hair to the bed to hold himself up, then he begins thrusting. It’s slow and deep and powerful, rocking her entire body and making her mewl and moan, his hot breath puffing against her throat.

“If you don’t go faster, I swear I’ll ram a cucumber up the asses of all other bodies that you have” she threatens and adds “And then up this one’s too, when you’re not using it”

Pein actually snickers at those words but complies with her wishes and does begin to thrust harder into her, his laughter melting into a pleasured growl.

The room fills with the creaking of the mattress under them and the wet slide of two bodies together, their moans and growls rising in pitch as they near their peak.

Konan is the first to come with a sound somewhere between a moan and a mewl, her form shaking and convulsing under his, her hot walls tightening around his cock to the point of pain and he bites onto her flushed shoulder in an attempt to hold onto his self-control, sharp teeth drawing blood and he laps at it as he continues to thrust into her relaxed and pliant body, drawing pleased sighs from her until he finally reaches his own orgasm, hips spasming erratically as the pleasure floods his body, then he slumps on top of her, both of them panting and shaking.

He pulls out of her and kisses the bite mark apologetically, but she ignores it and turns around to press herself into his arms, head resting on Pein’s chest. His arms quickly wrap themselves around their shoulders and she slides a leg between his.

“I think, Leader-sama” she says “That next we should do this on the tongue of that damn statue.”

Pein, leader of Akatsuki, acting Amekage, considered by all shinobi nations to be one of the most dangerous people in the world, bursts into helpless giggles.