Restrained Violence

She pulled at him in desperation, hands fisting in his hair pulling painfully. He bit at her neck in retaliation, resisting the urge to draw blood. Blood would push him over the edge and he didn’t want to kill her. Not just yet, she was still too bloody useful. Useful, distracting him from the rage and channeling it into this. This rush and rub of violent and vicious skin. This tugging on hair, nips at lips and painful grasps. It was exhilarating.
But even through the panted breaths and the moans it wasn’t as fulfilling as he wanted, or as she wanted for that matter. Neither was the person the other wanted. But that was ok . It meant that they could be as vicious as they wanted. As fierce, hurtful and painful as was necessary. They elicited responses from each other that they both understood. This raging fighting madness.
***

She had caught him staring at her lover in the arms of his lover. Wrything, bodies slick with sweat, moaning and groaning. Finally finding what they had always needed from each other. She has taken one look at the murder on his face and grabbed his hand. As much as she hated them for doing this to her, she couldn’t let him kill them. If anyone was gonna kill them it was gonna be her. But she couldn’t do that either. After all she loved them both. Loved them both so much that she was almost happy that they had finally found what they wanted. Even if it meant that once again she was standing alone in the cold.
She had tried to explain to him why he couldn’t kill them, shouldn’t kill them. How she wouldn’t let him. And once again she became familiar with the feeling of sand on her skin, cloying at her throat, trying to push all the air out of her body. Once again she was standing up for her precious people. But although the feeling and even the reason was the same, she was not. This time she struggled. Pushing chakra into her arms and legs she pushed against the weight trying to crush her. And finally she broke through. She fell to the floor gasping, him staring at her like she had grown a new head. Then he grabbed her by the arm, and then they were gone in a flash of sand. They ended up in a field just outside the borders of Konoha. A thought occurred to her that it was probably a bad thing that he could bypass all of their security so easily, even if he was the Kazekage. When she was dumped back on the floor as viciously as she had been taken.
She looked up to find him staring at her, arms crossed across his chest and face guarding interest. She didn’t like that look. His interests tended to lead to pain and death and if they fought she couldn’t win.
***


He stared at her panting form, body hunched over as if trying to protect herself. He waited till her breathing stopped coming in harsh breaths. She looked up at him, fear evident in her eyes. She knew that he could kill her. It wouldn’t be as easy as he had once thought, especially not after that demonstration of brute strength. She sparked his interest. No one had ever gotten away from him once they were in his grasp. At least none of them had broken out. They had begged, cried reasoned or had external help. None had just fought their way out. The newness of it was enough of a distraction to keep himself from …
She was staring at him in earnest now. As if trying to figure out how long it would take for him to kill her. How long she could fight. He had heard from Naruto how smart she was. The ability to calculate precisely how long she could last in a fight with the amount of chakra she had. She glanced back in the direction of her village. Then resignation settled into her eyes even as her body settled into a fighting stance.
She didn’t want to die, but she didn’t think death was more miserable an existence than what she currently had.
He could identify with that emotion. Knew how desperately someone who felt that way would fight. Knew that they would fight with every weapon at their disposal.
He smirked. He wanted to see what weapons this kunoichi had.
He launched his sand shuriken at her, this was going to be interesting.

***
Several hours later, they were still fighting. She had managed to break through most of his defenses. And even his full body armor was cracked. There were scars and bruises all over her body from where sand had been scraped against her skin.
He stood in the middle of the clearing wondering where she would spring from next. Then he felt the disturbance from below his feet. He knew that she knew that he could sense her so obviously she had something other than a surprise attack planned. Still he reached his sand around her and dragged her from the ground keeping track of her highly destructive limbs. It was almost disappointing that she didn’t struggle. Her body was curiously slack. He brought her closer to him she trying to find breath, was she dead? Suddenly she reanimated, looking up and winking at him before exploding into a million pieces, only to be followed by a fist. He wrapped his hand around it, trying to knock her off balance but it seemed that it wasn’t her intention to try to knock his head off his body. Instead she yanked him towards her and kissed him. Shock wouldn’t let him respond first. But then he smirked against her lips.
Yes she would every available weapon.