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Sai stood in the shower of his small apartment. His arm pressed against the wooden wall as water cascaded down from the steel showerhead. His forehead rested against his arm as his eyes were closed for the moment, then opened slowly. “Why?” he asked himself, before shutting his eyes again. “Why did his face appear this time?”

Only less then an hour before this time, Sai was kneeled before Danzo underneath of Konoha. Danzo loomed over Sai’s body, putting heavy weight on his cane before he slowly dredged over to a green, cushioned chair. The older and damaged man planted his feet firmly as the cane stood tall between his legs. His hands planted and overlapped each other on the cane’s top as his only workable eye stared down at Sai. There was a cold and hard silence between the two as Sai kept his eyes down, putting up a minor resistance to the old man. How cocky. A few days working with someone outside of the ROOT foundation and Sai was beginning to become defiant.

Sai kept his eyes down, hesitating to stand up and move forward. He knew very well why he was called down here. It was no different then the other dozens of time he was called to this room, so why was he feeling resistant. The better question was, why was he feeling at all. “*_____*” Danzo called Sai by a name he had given him before, but it fell on deaf ears. “Sai.” Sai gathered his breath, looking up at Danzo who stared coldly at him. Sai looked back at him, his face now emotionless and he stood to his feet. “I see. So you prefer that name now…” the old man said, speaking calmly. His hands nor feet moved from their planted position as Sai walked slowly up to him. He carefully took away his leader’s cane, moving to rest it behind them on the back of the green, executive chair.

“I don’t prefer it”, Sai simply stated, reaching down to untie the robe of Danzo, carefully opening it up. Danzo’s feet had replanted themselves to line up with the chair legs and his hands rested on his knees. The tuff of thick black hair topped the limp, wrinkled, and uncut sex of the older man that was resting on top of his aged scrotum. Sai’s face gave a visible twitch as his nose picked up the smell of age and light decay and Danzo narrowed his eye at him. Still, despite everything, Sai lowered himself to his knees slowly, removing the gloves from his hands and placed them neatly on top of each other at arm’s length away from where he was.

He eyed the wrinkled flesh for a moment, then reached over to touch it gently with his index and thumb, giving soft strokes that forced the foreskin off of the tip to expose the pink and tan colored head. Danzo watched, unmoving as his arms rested in the chair’s armrest. Sai looked up at him for a moment, giving the sweetest of his fake smiles, then looked back down as his mouth engulfed the soft meat. He looked up again as his mouth started to move up and down slowly, feeling the erection start to slowly harden, blossoming out of the foreskin. Danzo was surprising large for his stature and soon Sai had to move back to avoid gagging. He pulled off, licking up the under shaft to the tip as his right hand moved to fondle the fuzzy sack that was underneath his chin. Danzo’s body gave an approving shift and his hand went through Sai’s short, black hair, untying his forehead protector. The cloth and metal sash fell off of Sai’s hair, falling into Danzo’s lap before it slipped off onto the floor. The gentle clang of it broke the silence and Sai looked at Danzo surprised. Already?