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The Lone Wanderer (Remaster)	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > General Views: 47733 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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And here comes the second chapter of this story; and boy, is it a big one. It topped out at nearly 10,000 words -- so, by all means, this should be pretty well received. This chapter sets up the next three chapters or so, so it had to be a tad longer. A new girl is introduced, and everyone gets to have a little fun.

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The sound of running water filled the small room.

Sasuke turned the sink off with a gentle twist of the knob; a paper towel dispenser was next to it, and he used that to wash off his hands.

He let out a gentle sigh. For the first and possibly only time in his life, Sasuke wished that he was at a party now; like the one they’d had for Sakura’s birthday the previous week. Formal dinners… well, they had never been his forte. And while dinner out with Naruko, Sakura, and a few other members of the Konoha Twelve wasn’t a formal dinner by any means, it was far less enjoyable than the party had been.

The lack of alcohol was probably a deciding factor there.

He tossed the towels into the hamper, smoothed out the front of his shirt, and made for the door.

Which promptly clattered open, and a grinning pink haired woman burst into the room - the door closed behind her just as quickly… and with nimble fingers, Sakura locked the door with a click.

“Sakura,” Sasuke said, his eyes widening ever so slightly. “What are you…?”

She grinned, pressing her back against the door. “What can I say?” Sakura purred, voice husky. “Dinner is fun and all… but there’s a whole different kind of food I’d rather be indulging in right about now, Sasuke-kun.”

He rolled his eyes, already undoing his trousers.

“If you insist,” he said, flaccid member falling out. Even soft, it still looked mouth wateringly delicious to her peering eyes. She soaked in that lovely sight for a moment, before gradually easing herself onto her knees.

A week into their illicit affair, and neither party had been able to get their hands off of the other. It was a little embarrassing for Sasuke to be sure - but for four of the past seven nights, Sakura had ‘stayed over’ at his place. And for the other three, she’d only left because of her obligations at the hospital.

It was a little strange. He’d found out a few things he had never known about Sakura; she liked to get up early, she liked to make herself a cup of green tea before even thinking about doing anything else, and more importantly, she was more than eager to wait after him hand and foot. Sasuke would never forget that odd feeling in his gut that he’d felt when he had stepped into the kitchen to the smell of brewing coffee and Sakura smiling at him.

That feeling had only gotten stronger when she’d begun to blow him - as she was about to do now - while he had sipped at a cup of coffee.

Speaking of which…

Sakura smirked as she leaned forward, his still soft cock swinging gently in front of her face. She inhaled… allowing a shuddering moan to spill from her lips as his masculine scent filled her nose. It warmed her gut… and it began the process of making certain things flow…

She tipped her head forward, beneath his shaft - with her pert lips, she took one of his vast balls into her mouth, gently suckling at the sac. Sasuke rewarded her actions with a groan. She worked over one of his balls for a good thirty seconds, suckling and caressing them with her dainty fingers, before moving onto the next one - rinsing and repeating her actions there.

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched him harden. Correspondingly, Sakura shifted her position so that she could watch it in all of its glory - because watching Sasuke go from flaccid to erect was a treat all by itself. One could almost see the blood pumping through his member, stretching out the skin, the veins growing engorged as his length grew by multiple inches… it only seemed to get bigger, pulsating visibly, drooping beneath the sheer weight of cock. It got harder, thicker, until eventually it came to a rest directly atop Sakura’s head, as she continued to work over his balls - precum dribbled from the tip, dripping onto the back of her neck.

Sakura continued to work over his balls. “Mmm…” she hummed, lips still sucking away - she raised a hand up, wrapping it around his shaft and giving her lover a few quick strokes. He groaned, cock throbbing in her slim fingers - he only continued to get bigger before he reached his fullest size, so massive that Sakura could hardly wrap her fingers all the way around the base.

“Ah…” Sasuke let out a languid little groan. If there was ever an appetizing sight, it was Sakura’s pretty pink head of hair shadowed underneath his enormous cock.

She reared back, scooting backwards a little so that she was quite literally staring down the barrel of his member. A few more strokes caused it to jerk upward, precum flicking up and splattering against her forehead. Sakura giggled, gently wiping away the precum with a finger and spooning it into her mouth… she licked her fingers sensually, letting out a moan as his manly taste overwhelmed her.

Slowly, she licked her lips. And then she tipped her head forward, gently taking the bulbous head of his member into her mouth; it was a slow, but steady pace. She’d blown him quite a few times over the course of the week they’d been doing this, but it was no easier - he was so big, so thick, and it seemed that it would only be with plenty of practice that she would be able to take even a third of his mighty cock.

Good thing she planned on practicing with him a lot in the near future.

The first inch was always a tough one - her mouth having to open wide to accommodate him, and then she had to grow used to that strange sensation of throbbing that would fill her entire skull. So much blood pumping through it… so much heat - and when the time came, so much hot white cum as well.

She swirled her tongue around the shaft. His veins pulsed beneath her ministrations - his entire cock did to be fair. It was like a living, breathing thing… one that desired nothing more than to be shoved into a nice, warm hole, again and again until it could be unloaded wherever its owner desired.

He began to aid her in her endeavors, gently thrusting his hips. His cock throbbed down the column of her throat - only sheer will power kept her from gagging on the shaft. She gazed up at him with nothing short of pure adoration in her eyes; to her this was the best thing that could have happened. Even if she couldn’t be with Sasuke, she could at least be with him… or at leave have him inside of her. Even his essence - whether pumped into her womb, deposited on her face, or shot into her belly - was a healthy compensation for the years she’d spent striving after him.

“Sakura,” he chastised gently. “Don’t get distracted.”

Distracted how? Well, she’d taken both of her hands off of his thick cock - sliding them beneath her skirt, underneath her panties, to finger her greedy slit. And she was wet, indeed; aroused beyond belief. Giving her lover a sloppy blowjob had driven Sakura to want a lot more, indeed.

She grinned in a vixen-like manner. Her tongue still lapping at the side of his shaft, she fingered herself for a moment longer - before bringing her hands up. Fingers slick with her juices, she smoothed it over his member... giving her that extra lubricant that would make this next act all the easier.

Sakura inhaled deeply through her nose, and then slowly began to push herself forward. Further and further, until his cock poked against the threshold of her throat. Another deep breath before she pushed forward, gagging for a moment but managing to power through it.

He let out a languid sigh as his shaft began to slide into her throat. "Oh," he said, voice immensely pleased. "That's what you had in mind, hmm? I can't say I'm complaining."

She smiled in that devoted way of hers, an odd look considering her mouth was full of cock.

Sakura hummed a gentle little tune, bobbing her head back and forth. Her throat rippled around his member; her tongue still went to work, caressing the veins and muscles that throbbed along the length of his shaft. Her pert, plump lips make a slight sucking noise along the sides of his cock.

Deeper, deeper-

Finally, they reached a point where she simply couldn't take anymore. Tears pricked at her eyes, but she did not dare to pull back - she loved Sasuke, she loved his cock, and she would persevere to make sure he gathered as much pleasure from her throat as possible.

She beamed up at him, a beady look in her gaze; as if to say 'Am I doing alright, Sasuke-kun?'

And she was. Sasuke had quickly found that Sakura was much more tolerable to be around when he could bend her over and pound her whenever he wished - quite the contrast from her typical pining. For whatever reason, hearing her moan how much she loved him sounded a dozen times more sexy when they were rolling beneath the sheets.

He exhaled. "I think we ought to speed this up," Sasuke murmured, jerking his hips back and forth in an erratic manner - it was hard to focus with his cock shoved down this woman's throat, especially with the way she continued to use her hands and mouth to work him as much as she could.

Sakura nodded slightly.

Sasuke slid his fingers into her rose colored hair, and began to thrust faster - several inches of shaft in and out of her throat, not enough to fully withdraw, but enough to build up a hint of friction. She sat there, impotently, eyes closed and her hands still pumping away at his base, her tongue still sliding up and down the sides of his length.

A few minutes of this followed - by the end, Sakura... still unused to sex in this manner... knew her throat was raw and sore. She'd hardly be able to talk properly for a few days afterward; but it was worth it, that much she was sure of.

He let out a grunt, slipping as much of his length into the depths of her mouth as he could. His cock throbbed, twitched once, and then with a second grunt, he came. Hot sticky jets of sperm exploded into her throat - he had impaled himself so deeply that there was no need for her to swallow: she could simply sit there and feel it pour into her belly.

More and more cum; an entire gallon's worth it seemed! She'd always loved just how big her Sasuke-kun's loads could get - gooey, delicious, manly seed that made her itch for more. It was a bone-deep craving by now, because having that potent substance injected into her womb had seemed to change the very structure on which her body was based.

God, she loved him so much.

Owing to the fact that she had no need to swallow, Sakura took every last drop - and then some. She continued to suckle at his shaft long after he went flaccid, and Sasuke held no reservations about remaining buried in her mouth as much as he could. By the time he was rearing to pull out, he was already hardening again... unfortunately, they had no more time.

"The others will be expecting us," Sasuke murmured, tucking his member back into his trousers and redoing them. He stepped toward the sink, to wash his hands again. "Everything... alright?" he asked, after a moment.

"Y-yeah," Sakura said, after a moment, her voice a tad hoarse. "Sorry, just... my throat's a little sore." She rubbed it for a moment, a strained look on her face. Sakura took a deep breath; her hand glowed green for a moment, and she passed it over her vocal cords - the expression of pain on her face lessened. "There we go," she said. It wasn't healed entirely - vocal cords and her throat were very delicate, and she had no time to do a more thorough healing - but it would suffice to get her through the night.

"Alright," Sasuke said softly.

"You weren't worried about me, were you?" Sakura said mischievously, grinning at him.

Sasuke scoffed. "I wasn't keen on having Naruko grill me for 'doing something' to you..." he grumbled.

Her grin widened. "What's the problem with that truth?" She took a step forward, placing her hand suggestively on his crotch. "That you shoved that big, fat cock of yours down my throat?"

Sasuke chuckled. "Maybe someday we can tell them that," he told her, gently swatting her hand away. "But for now, it's best for us to remain... subtle. At least, as subtle as you can manage."

She pouted for a moment, but that same smile swept up her features once again. "That's fine with me," Sakura said. "I'll see you tonight?"

Another chuckle rumbled from the Uchiha. "You're insatiable," he said dryly.

"Don't act like it's not your fault," she teased. "See you at the table... Sasuke-kun." It only took her a moment to fix her appearance - and then she was out of the bathroom, the genjutsu she'd put over the area surrounding the door to mask her entrance and exit soon dispelling.

Sasuke took a deep breath. And soon, he followed after her.

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“You want me to… what?”

Kakashi allowed himself a smile, though it was not noticeable behind that mask of his.

“It’s rather simple, Sasuke,” Kakashi said, in an almost cheery manner. He leaned forward and propped his elbows up on the desk. “I think it’s about time you start rebuilding some bridges that you happened to burn on your… little adventure outside of the village. And what better place to start than-?”

“Kumogakure, Kakashi?” Sasuke said, voice low and gravely. “You realize that you might as well be begging for them to try and assassinate me. I tried to capture their jinchuuriki, I made their Raikage lose an arm, and add on top of that the fact that they certainly hold grudges…”

“You’re not scared of them, are you, Sasuke?” Kakashi murmured.

“What?”

Kakashi let out a chuckle. “I was under the impression that I was talking to Uchiha Sasuke - you know, presumably one of the strongest shinobi to have ever lived. I would think that you could handle a few assassins if they send some after you... which I doubt they will anyway. More likely than anything they’ll just keep a close eye on you, and when you end up not doing anything to antagonize them, you’ll earn a bit of respect. And if you stay on the straight and narrow, and maybe make a few friends, I imagine any hostilities will simply… evaporate.”

Sasuke’s eyes narrowed.

“I can’t see Kumogakure ever wanting to be ‘friends’ with me,” he admitted.

Kakashi chuckled once again. “You don’t need to be friends with them, Sasuke,” he pointed out. “Mutual respect will be more than enough. As long as one of my most prominent and powerful shinobi isn’t public enemy one for an allied village, I’ll be happy.”

Sasuke snarled.

His expression changed visually, flowing from irate to accepting, irritated to downright pissed.

But, eventually...

“Fine,” he growled. “I’ll go on your idiotic mission. Shouldn’t be that hard, I suppose - all I need to do is negotiate a little and make sure everything goes smoothly...”

“Exactly.” Kakashi leaned back in his chair. “I’m glad you were easy to convince, Sasuke - after all, you were going whether you wanted to or not.”

“I figured,” he grumbled. “Otherwise you’d probably throw me back in prison.”

“Oh, I don’t think I’d go quite that far,” Kakashi murmured. “A few D ranked missions would be more than enough.” And again, it seemed as if he were grinning behind that mask of his. “I could even assign a genin team to work with you; three snot-nosed brats hanging off of your every word… and, maybe, I could even tip Naruko off that-”

“Okay, I think I get the idea, Kakashi.” Sasuke glowered at his ex-teacher - present dislike for the man evident in his gaze. “You’d go that far?” To give Naruko a free license to take pictures of him escorting three brats around, likely taunting him with calls of ‘Sasuke-sensei’ amongst other things… Kakashi really was evil as they said he was.

Kakashi’s eye crinkled upward. “Perhaps,” he said lightly. “But there isn’t need for drastic measures anymore; after all, you are going are you not?”

Sasuke’s scowl merely intensified. “You’re pushing it,” he warned.

The silver haired Hokage let out a laugh. “You’ll be leaving this afternoon,” Kakashi informed him. “There’s no time to waste - the sooner you leave, the sooner you can get back; in the meantime, do feel free to give Sakura a generous goodbye, Sasuke. I’m sure she’ll miss you while you’re gone.”

Kakashi didn’t even blink when Sasuke muttered some very abrasive curses under his breath.

“This afternoon,” Sasuke said monotonously, grabbing the mission scroll - with all the details and his objectives contained inside - off of the desk. “Fine.”

He left without another word, Kakashi unable to stop himself from chuckling. Perhaps Sakura and Sasuke were secretive enough to keep their little ‘relationship’ (and Kakashi used that term lightly) away from the village and their friends as a whole - but Kakashi had always been sharper than most.

Kakashi picked up a pen, cracked his knuckles, and returned to work.

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For obvious reasons, Sasuke didn’t expect a warm welcome when he arrived at Kumogakure’s gates.

The journey itself hadn’t been too bad. Sakura had clung at him until the very minute before he’d had to leave - and the last of the Uchiha had made extensive efforts to make sure she was exceedingly satisfied… after all, there was no telling how long these talks would last. And once he was on the road, there wasn’t much to it - he went from town to town, walking down lengthy and lonely roads, sometimes taking to the trees so that he could cover ground thrice as fast. Being a shinobi, his travel time was already cut into a fourth of a civilian's; but wielding as much endurance and skill as Sasuke made sure that he got to Kumogakure faster than anyone could have expected.

Still, they were ready for him. He’d followed the instructions in the mission scroll, and sent ahead a hawk with a message to inform the Raikage of his impending arrival.

The village loomed before him - tall buildings shrouded in clouds, the very structure of the city cut out of mountains and hills. The tall, tall gates were closed; so Sasuke stopped ten meters before them, crossed his arms across his chest… and waited.

They swung open before long; yet made hardly a sound - well oiled cogs, the wood polished and pristine, guards now visible on the top with their gazes focused squarely on Sasuke.

Standing behind the gate was a daunting figure with one arm - flanked by his procession, which included the two lackies that Sasuke remembered accompanying the Raikage to the Five Kage Summit, a blonde woman, and a silver haired woman. And behind him, the jinchuriki that Sasuke had once fought.

It was tense, so tense that one would struggle to cut the air with a katana - but Sasuke held no fear. He stepped forward, into the village, and stopped just before the Raikage.

He bit the inside of his cheek. This was an opportunity to build bridges; and Kakashi had devoted an entire page of the mission details to potential punishments if Sasuke managed to screw this up. Half of them involved things that Naruko could do to him - pranks, jokes, forcing him onto a series of D ranked missions with her… the whole nine yards.

Sasuke couldn’t afford to mess this up. Not unless he wanted to spend the next month or two in agony.

And so, he adopted a more… ‘friendly’ demeanor. He didn’t smile or anything like that - but he used his substantial willpower to make sure the Raikage didn’t know the extent of how much he hated being there.

“It’s good to… meet you once more, Raikage.” Sasuke gave the hulking man a slight bow - really just a downward jerk of his head, but the implication was clear.

Ay - the Raikage - squared his jaw, an unreadable look in his eyes.

“Welcome to my village, Uchiha Sasuke,” he said after a moment, every word carefully level. His gaze drifted down to the empty stump of his arm. “I see that your journey was a safe one - as if I would expect any less passing through my lands.”

“Your roads are some of the safest I’ve come across,” Sasuke admitted. “Quite the admirable feat.”

“Yo, yo, yo!”

Ay sighed; Sasuke merely pursed his lips together.

“Uchi-ha Sasu-ke!” Killer Bee stepped forward. “I have to ask, my man - what’s the report on Uzumaki Naruko? Everything been alright with her? I can’t say that I’ve had time to talk to her as of late!”

“Killer Bee,” Sasuke said coolly. “I see you’ve… stopped with your rhyming.”

The man in question grinned. “We’ve got lots o’ official business today! No time for rhymes - every second we waste we’re payin’ in… ryo.”

Sasuke exhaled slightly. “Naruko’s fine,” he said. “Nothing in particular wrong with her as of late - she got your last letter, by the way. And…” He sighed. “It appears that she agrees with the idea of a rap concert the next time you come to Konoha…”

“Awesome!”

“Bee,” Ay said warningly. “Enough with harassing our… guest. We’ll begin the negotiations immediately - follow me if you will, Uchiha Sasuke.”

---

The day was a long one - and unfortunately, they did not make much progress.

It was a sort of… adjusting day, where quite a bit of time was spent with the room growing accustomed to Sasuke’s presence. And what was his role there? Well, it was to help negotiate a series of trade agreements between Kumogakure and Konohagakure, to settle numerous border disputes that had doomed the two villages to hostility since they had come into existence, and to arrange for the building of a pseudo-highway that would allow trade and travel to move between Kumo and Konoha with ease and safety.

A daunting task it was - but Sasuke was a good negotiator and there weren’t many factions in Kumogakure willing to oppose the type of things that Kakashi was proposing. It would take some time for him to adjust to the diplomatic process, but once he did, Sasuke was confident that he could cut a good deal between the two villages.

After they were done for the day, the Raikage had one of his ANBU escort Sasuke to his quarters.

Normally, Ay would have simply assigned a team of ANBU to watch over Sasuke. But the problem was simple: Uchiha Sasuke was quite a bit more dangerous than your average ‘VIP’, and Ay couldn’t entrust the task of monitoring him to just anyone.

So, he summoned one of his trusted lieutenants to do the job - and her name was none other than Samui.

She was a beautiful woman by anyone’s standards, with bountiful curves and ample amounts of attractiveness; there were scarce few men that could resist her looks, what with her blonde hair and pretty face. Despite that, she did not fall into the ‘dumb blonde’ stereotype - she was smart, keen, and that combination of looks and brains proved to be a dangerous one.

It was really too bad she was going up against someone that outclassed her in every way imaginable.

Samui stood before the Raikage’s desk, a hand on her hip, lips curled downward in a slight frown. “You have a mission for me, Raikage-sama?” she asked.

Ay leaned forward in his chair, a pensive look creasing his stern features.

“Yes, I do,” he said, rapping his knuckles gently against the top of his desk. “A simple one; but undoubtedly one that I would not entrust to anyone else. Take a position on the rooftop across from the apartment I have leased to Uchiha Sasuke, and keep a close watch on him tonight. Make sure he does not do anything out of the ordinary - and above all else, ensure that you are not detected.”

Samui’s lip curled. She wasn’t keen on babysitting - she was a woman of action, not one who was keen to sit all night outside of an apartment.

But she was a kunoichi of Kumogakure, and the idea of defying her Raikage was laughable.

“It will be done, Raikage-sama,” Samui said, bowing low to him.

“Good.” With a nod of his head and a wave of his hand, he dismissed her. A moment later, she flickered away - to ready herself for the mission.

All jounin in Kumogakure had been informed of where Sasuke was to stay; for security purposes, of course. Once Samui was ready, she went ahead and made her way over there. It took her a few minutes to create a nest of sorts on top of the rooftop opposite his quarters: weaving genjutsu and such so as to make her location undetectable. In theory, at least.

And then… she waited. From her position, she could see clear into his apartment - able to watch him as he walked around his quarters, testing walls and tapping windows, searching places. He must have been looking around the place to make sure it wasn’t bugged; it wasn’t - the Raikage knew that Sasuke would more likely than not find any wiretaps, and that breach of trust could end up worsening relations with Konoha. It was too risky, especially when he could simply have Samui keep watch.

Samui wasn’t one to slack off on her job: she was attentive the entire time. Not taking an eye off of the apartment - the only times she couldn’t see him was in one blindspot that she was sure he didn’t know about, and when he went into the bathroom.

Night fell soon enough. She continued to watch and watch, even popping a soldier pill in order to keep her energy up.

Samui pushed her bangs out of her eyes; contrary to popular belief, there didn’t seem to be any diabolical plans being put together by the Uchiha. He was… normal. He read books - he ate food from the kitchen, stocked with food courtesy of Kumogakure. He didn’t do anything out of the ordinary. And thus, she had essentially wasted a night of her life watching him for nothing.

Unless he had planned to deceive them into letting their guard down - which Samui honestly doubted, but she couldn’t run the risk of something happening on her watch. So, she had to keep a close eye on him… just in case.

It only got darker and darker, until not a soul seemed awake.

And yet there he was, sitting on the couch with a book set out in front of him. He seemed to not be reading it, though…

There was a scuff behind her. Later, she would find out that he had done it on purpose - to give her an opportunity to realize that he was there; otherwise, he would have caught her completely off guard.

Samui didn’t know that, though - her battle senses kicked in immediately. In the blink of an eye, she flicked a kunai out from a pouch strapped to her thigh; grasping it tightly, she whirled around, aiming to disable rather than kill her potential opponent so as to question him.

A hand clamped around her wrist.

He was as calm as ever - not even blinking as he looked at her.

“Drop it,” Sasuke said softly, tone not forceful. Yet, it seemed like an order more than anything.

Her hand shook violently for a moment, but he gave not an inch to her. Eventually, she was forced to drop it, and the kunai clattered to the rooftop.

He let her wrist go now - and took a step back, so as to give her a little room to breath.

“Hmm,” Sasuke hummed, looking her up and down. “You’re one of the Raikage’s personal retainers - I remember you being there when I arrived.” She’d remained silent, relegated to the background… but Sasuke did not forget faces that easily.

Samui scoffed. “And if I am?” she said.

“Well, I confess that I don’t care much about that,” he murmured. “I’m more concerned about why you’ve been sitting out here for this long.”

She blinked. “You knew?”

“Of course,” he said. “Though I must admit that your genjutsu was impressive - most people would have been fooled by it. Not me, however; I could see you fifteen minutes after you arrived - and I felt your chakra the entire time, no matter how hard you tried to disguise it.”

She scowled. “Congratulations, Uchiha,” she grumbled. “What have you come up here for, then? To gloat?”

“I hadn’t planned on it,” Sasuke said gently. “Actually, I was going to invite you in for tea.”

“What?”

He shrugged. “It’s the least I could do, considering it’s my fault that you’ve been sitting out here for hours on end. Not to mention the fact that I’m supposed to be ‘rebuilding’ bridges or something of that sort - a good deed here and there should suffice for that.”

Samui’s first instinct was to refuse - but she refrained. It was cold. It was pitch black; her wrist now ached from how hard he’d gripped it. And more importantly, this could be an opportunity to- well, get some questions answered.

“Very well,” she said.

Sasuke nodded. “Follow me,” he murmured. His shadow clone was still seated on the couch - but as he took her into the building through an open window, it dispelled the second they stepped into the living room. “Sit down,” Sasuke instructed her. “I’ll get the tea started.”

“Alright.”

He went into the kitchen, and she gingerly sat down on one of the couches. The place was immaculate, of course - not that it was through any fault of his own. The Raikage would not give accommodations to such a high profile visitor without ensuring they were perfect, spotless, uncriticizable. It was a matter of national pride more than anything.

Samui kept an eye on his back; and silently, she agreed with what the pictures of him had told her before - Uchiha Sasuke was an attractive man. Samui was not asexual after all - she was a woman with needs, and she couldn’t deny that Sasuke seemed to be the type of man who could very easily fulfill them. There was that hint of attraction there, that small, primal part of her that acknowledged his unique looks and symmetrical features.

His movements were careful, graceful in a way most people - including her - could only dream of matching. Even watching him do something as mundane as make tea was a show in itself. From a distance he seemed to do everything normal, but now that she was closer, Samui could tell that even the normal became extraordinary beneath the influence of Sasuke.

As he set the tea to boil, Sasuke said nothing; soon he came back into the living room, seating himself down on a chair to the side of Samui.

They sat in silence for a moment - awkward silence, at least for Samui, though Sasuke seemed unperturbed.

Samui jumped slightly as the tea began to whistle.

He sighed. "What do you want? Sugar, milk, anything like that?"

"A packet of sugar will do," Samui said.

She watched as he made each of them a cup - his own unsweetened and as black as tea could be, hers given a healthy dose of sugar.

He came back into the living room once more, setting down her cup in front of her.

Samui eyed it for a moment.

"Do you think I poisoned it?" Sasuke asked quietly.

She pursed her lips together in response, and Sasuke merely chuckled a bit.

He picked up her cup, and poured a little into his own. After stirring it for a moment with his finger, Sasuke took a long draught from it.

A moment passed. "Well, doesn't look like I'm dying," Sasuke said, a bit of sarcasm to his tone.

Samui scrunched her brow; but she knew it was impolite to accept a cup of tea. Especially when he had gone out of his way to give it to her in the first place. And so, she picked up the mug and took a sip from it, giving an approving nod.

There was more silence - comfortable silence this time. Sasuke seemed to not speak unless he needed to, and he was not at all bothered by the quiet. Samui herself was no social butterfly... but... there was something prickling at her, as evidenced by the fact that she glanced in his direction every now and then, gaze staying on him for a few seconds before her eyes quickly flitted away.

Sasuke noticed this, of course. He was an observant person - and one of the first things he did when he met a person was inspect their mannerisms. Samui seemed the calm and collected type... but clearly, something was prickling at her. She kept folding and unfolding her legs... she bit her lip... she fiddled with her hair... and that was not to mention the aforementioned glances.

He refrained from the urge to roll his eyes. "I'm going to assume that you wanted to ask me something," he said, setting his cup on the table and fixing his gaze directly on her.

Samui looked at him, turning her nose up. "And what would make you think that, Uchiha?" she said testily.

Another chuckle fell from his lips. "You've been looking at me like you're just itching to give me a piece of your mind," Sasuke murmured. "I'm not fragile by any means -- if you want to say something, just say it. There's no point in holding it in."

The blonde pursed her lips together, placing her hands gently on her knees. She took a deep breath - inhale, exhale. Her yukata rode up slightly, and even Sasuke elected to sneak a glance at the expanse of her creamy thigh.

"Several months ago, we found out that you attacked our village's jinchuriki, and Raikage-sama's brother, Killer Bee," Samui began. "I've seen his report of the incident, and he said that if it hadn't been for his quick thinking... well, you likely would have captured him had he not deceived you."

Sasuke exhaled slightly. "Oh... so that's what's been on your mind," he murmured.

“Yes,” Samui said. “And as far as I’m concerned, what you did was unforgivable. Though, I confess I’m a little confused as to why Raikage-sama is being so… forgiving to you.”

"Well, I wouldn’t know. I'm not proud of that moment in my life,” Sasuke said. “I can assure you that I had no intention of killing Killer Bee, however."

She scowled at him. "Do you take me for a fool, Uchiha?" Samui said. "Everyone knows what the Akatsuki did to jinchuriki - perhaps you would not have driven the blade through his heart, but delivering Bee-sama to the Akatsuki would have been tantamount to a death sentence."

He smirked.

"Do you really think that I couldn't see through his little trick?" Sasuke murmured.

Samui blinked. "What?"

"Killer Bee is a prodigious shinobi - but the sharingan sees all. It only took me a few minutes to figure out his trick -- it wasn’t on accident that we took the henged version of your jinchuriki to the Akatsuki. After all, I had no intention of handing them a bijuu as easily as that. The only reason I attacked him in the first place was because they needed to know that a battle had occurred between the two of us -- otherwise, it would have been too suspicious."

"And what if he hadn't managed to 'escape' from you?" Samui said quickly. "What would you have done then?"

"Fight him to a standstill; that, or conduct a tactical withdraw and simply claim that I hadn't been able to defeat him," Sasuke told her. "That was my plan at the very least."

She frowned.

To cover up her lack of words, Samui lifted up her cup of tea - and, her hand shaking, took a sip.

"Bee-sama..." she began. "is an immensely powerful shinobi. But if the Akatsuki had sent another, more unforgiving member after him - perhaps that Swordsman of the Mist, or the leader himself, then there's no telling if he would have lived."

Another pause.

"I feel as if I should apologize, for assuming that..."

"There's no need for that," Sasuke said. "Either way, I attacked him, regardless of my intentions."

Samui nodded. But the truth was, his intentions made a hell of a difference -- and now, she seemed unable to stop herself from seeing the Uchiha in a new light.

They exchanged some small talk after that, and finished their tea. He actually found out what her name was -- Samui. A beautiful name, though he didn't tell her that. But nothing else important happened; by the time day dawned over Kumogakure, Sasuke had slipped into his bedroom and Samui had departed.

---

The second day of negotiations went considerably better. It still wasn't optimal of course... but that time they actually got something done - a small part of the overall treaties and such that needed to be drawn up, but some progress was better than none.

Sasuke went back to his temporary apartment that evening feeling reasonably better. The Raikage still had that obvious dislike - or even hatred - for him, but it seemed tempered by the rest of his advisors and diplomats, who feared or even respected Sasuke. And thankfully, the Raikage tended to leave most of the talking to those two subgroups.

Idly, as Sasuke stepped into his apartment, he wondered if Samui was to keep watch on him again tonight. He could invite her in for a bit of tea -- he'd never admit it, but the company had... not been too bad. She was certainly easy on the eyes.

But he did not see her on the rooftop opposite the building, and a quick activation of his sharingan showed that she was not under a genjutsu, either. He didn't know where she was - and had no intention of hunting her down. And so, he pushed her to the back of his mind, and went about winding down for the night.

At least, until there was a knock at the door.

Sasuke stood; he already knew it was her - he had felt her chakra from the instant she'd stepped inside of the apartment complex. Still, it was a pleasant surprise when he opened up the door to stare into those cool blue eyes.

"May I come in?" she asked -- and there was this little... tremble to her voice. A slight hesitation that caused Sasuke to raise an eyebrow slightly in interest. What did she have planned?

"Sure." He took a step to the side.

Samui stepped into the apartment, hands gently folded in front of her. He closed, and then locked the door behind him.

"Am I in some sort of danger, Samui? Or does the Raikage have a message for me?"

"No, no, nothing of that sort," Samui murmured. "I- well, I wished to talk to you, Uchiha. About... things."

"Things?" he asked.

She swallowed. "As I said last night, I somewhat feel the need to apologize."

"And as I said-"

"I know what you said, Uchiha," Samui mumbled. "But still, I can admit quite a few problems seemed to have sprung up from our misjudge of your intentions. The Five Kage Summit; you and Raikage-sama's battle. And that goes without mentioning the hostility you've faced since arriving her."

"And your point is?"

She pulled at the collar of her shirt, neck turning an unpleasant red color.

"Well, I have a favor of sorts to ask of you, Uchiha."

"A favor?"

Samui nodded. "You see... I've... never made love with a man before," she said quickly. "Only with women -- and sure, we've used toys and such, but I've never... been with a man in that way."

"Go on..." Sasuke murmured, brow knitted.

"Raikage-sama has recently asked me to... well, here's the thing- he's not sure whether I have to do this yet. But I wish to be better safe than sorry. There is a chance I may be placed in an espionage role, and in that role I will be forced to use my abilities to... 'obtain' information from men."

"Ah, I see," Sasuke said. "And what does that have to do with me?"

She swallowed. "Well -- I suppose you could call this... knocking out two birds with one stone," Samui whispered. "I could make up my debt to you in some small way; and at the same time, I can obtain valuable experience that I can use if I am assigned to this espionage mission."

The corner of his lip quirked upward. "Well... I can tell you that I won't deny your request..." Sasuke murmured. Sakura knew that what they had was a no-strings-attached kind of thing -- and it wasn't every day that a woman like Samui offered herself up on a silver platter after all. He would be foolhardy to resist. "I have to ask, though. Why not a teammate?"

Samui blanched. "With... Omoi? Darui? Shi? You must not know what kind of people they are -- I'd never be able to look at them again if I had to ask to sleep with them..." she grumbled. "No, I've come to the conclusion that this is the safest way. You'll get back to your village, and we may see each other once or twice from your visit forward. There shouldn't be anything to worry about."

At least, that was her plan. But it was hard to account for the fact that Sasuke was not any ordinary man in the bedroom when she'd never been with a man - no, that was something Samui would have to learn the... 'hard' way.

Sasuke let out a dark little chuckle.

"Alright, then," he murmured, taking a step toward her. "There's no point in putting this off then, is there?"

She swallowed once more -- a ball of lead settling in her throat.

"I... suppose not."

Her fingers drifted downward, to undo the sash that held her outfit together. But she did not allow the garment to drop quite yet - she held the loosened sash against her stomach, the slightest hint of pink staining her cheeks.

"How do you wish to go about this?" Sasuke asked, and he himself was already undoing his pants - and unlike her, he had no qualms about letting them fall to the ground; Samui averted her gaze, but she wasn't able to stop herself from catching an eyeful of his bulge. Even flaccid, Sasuke's size was... daunting, to say the least.

She pressed her lips together. "Do what you will, Uchiha," Samui said. "I reserve the right to withdraw my consent at any time, however."

He laughed.

"For some reason, I doubt you'll even think of doing that," Sasuke murmured.

He came up behind her, and she went still as he pressed himself against her back. The Uchiha was still flaccid - but she could feel his member, even through several layers of fabric.

Sasuke wound his arms around her waist. "Move your hands," he commanded gently -- and after a moment of hesitation, she did just that. He undid her sash, and pushed her yukata off - down, down, so that when it crossed a certain threshold it simply fell to the ground... leaving Samui clad in a pair of sky-blue lingerie and nothing else.

She tilted her head back, her eyes narrowed; she would not allow herself to show an ounce of weakness - she was rigid, entirely still.

He rested his head on her shoulder; and slowly, teasingly even, slid his hands upward - slipping his fingers beneath the cups of her bra to tease her large breasts. Soft, supple, rounded… he moulded them beneath his hands, squeezing them gently.

Sasuke pulled a hand out from underneath of her bra, flicking a finger against a pert nipple that jutted out through the fabric.

He was... surprisingly eager to take part in this.

For years, Sasuke hadn't had any sort of attachment to sex - but when he'd built up a sort of routine with Sakura, day in and day out sleeping with her wherever and whenever they could, to break it so suddenly had been... troubling. And with Samui willing to offer himself up to him on a silver platter, Sasuke felt much more incentivized to take up her offer than he normally would.

He slid a hand down... down... down. Samui tensed as it slid beneath the waistband of her panties -- and let out a soft breath as his fingers brushed over her folds. He rubbed it for a moment; he spread them open, teasing the inside with the tip of his finger.

And then, he slipped a finger inside of her.

Samui held her breath. Worst yet, his other hand was still rubbing at and teasing her breast - and though hers were large, they were quite sensitive as well. His skilled touch had her borderline-squirming, and she didn't like it... but then again, she'd signed up for this.

To her credit, it wasn't as if Sasuke was your average Yuri. He was...

Well, he was experienced. He hadn't lost his virginity to Sakura, after all. In fact, he'd been with plenty of women before the pink haired girl -- though none from Konoha, or none that mattered in the long run.

But that was a story for a different time; preferably when he didn't have a buxom blonde shuddering against him.

"I can't deny I'm surprised," he murmured into her ear. "You're wet -- that didn't take long, did it?"

Samui swallowed. “You are an attractive man,” she said softly, to clearly try and vocally rationalize her obvious arousal.

“So they tell me,” Sasuke whispered, as he slid a second finger into her depths -- pumping them in and out, walls clenching around the digits. She was tight indeed; this was going to be a treat. “I assume you don’t want me to take this slow…” he said suggestively.

She inhaled ever so slightly. “I’d prefer it to be… faster…” Samui admitted.

“Well -- I suppose we can get to the act itself faster.” And of course, he left the length of the ‘fun’ part ambiguous. “It’s the first door on the left.”

He disappeared from behind her. And within a second, she could feel his chakra inside of the bedroom -- pulsating in an… inviting way. An enticing way, even. If he so wished he could completely erase his chakra signature to her finely tuned senses, but it seemed that he wished for it to act as a sort of homing beacon.

A final barrier for her; a final test of will.

It was one thing to say that she offered her body to him -- it was another thing to physically walk into his room, close the door behind her, and seal her fate for the rest of that night. It was more… binding.

But she was a woman of her word; and with thoughts of what could happen if a man ten times more cruel than Sasuke got their hands on her first, Samui stepped forward. She was still teeming with arousal, the front of her panties thoroughly soaked and her nipples still tingling from when he had teased them. Her face was red -- really, she was everything short of begging for a hard fucking. And even that seemed not that far off.

Samui shuffled to the bedroom.

The door was ajar; Sasuke nowhere to be seen. His chakra was gone now -- unperturbed, the blonde stepped into the room. She glanced to the left, then to the right-

He was upon her.

She gasped as he threw her onto the bed. There was no time for her to react -- she was too slow, far too slow in comparison to Uchiha Sasuke’s infamous reflexes. Samui found her nose buried in a pillow, her body belly-down and her ass high in the air… a tantalizing position for any man.

Sasuke wasted no time; he gripped Samui’s panties and jerked them down, so that they bunched around her ankles. He had taken his boxers off in the interlude -- and his erect member freed, he gave it a few more strokes to make sure it was fully hardened.

Then, he brushed it against her sopping wet entrance.

Samui let out a tiny little shudder into the pillow. “God…” she muttered, glancing back at him. Sasuke simply chuckled.

He reached forward, gripping the back of her head and forcing it deeper into the pillows - her ass raised ever higher. With a grunt, he slid himself into her weeping slit, and then pushed, not giving her an instant to recover.

“Gaaaaah!”

“Fuck,” Sasuke growled, as he fed his cock into Samui’s depths. “Fuck!” He pushed her head down harder, as the angle allowed him to penetrate her in a way that seemed… unreal. He had not a third of his cock inside of her and yet she felt full beyond belief - and he just kept going deeper, and deeper, so deep that she had to sink her teeth into the pillowcase to stop herself from moaning.

She breathed through her nose, and it came out as a wheeze - God, it felt as if he was in her stomach… her lungs… his gargantuan cock being the one to impact her breathing. That wasn’t the case, of course, but Samui wasn’t exactly in her right mind -- not many women’s first exposure to cock came from a man like Sasuke, and unlike with Sakura, he was not being anything that could be interpreted as ‘gentle’. No, he was being rough, unforgiving, and fuck, she loved it.

More inches of cock slipped into her overwhelmingly tight pussy. She spread her legs, so far that her toes went over the side of the bed - one hand was still holding her head down, but the other hooked itself around her thigh, so as to give him that delicious leverage to really hammer home. When the time came -- for now, he was still easing his length into her.

“Fuck.” He took his hand off of her head, slipping it in between her legs. “You’re so damned wet, Samui; how much have you been wanting for something like this?” He put a finger on either side of her folds, spreading them open a tad so he could quash that last bit of cock into her. She didn’t move her head, still chewing the pillowcase, perhaps not even aware he had let go of her.

And finally -- he bottomed out inside of her. All of that delicious cock buried to the hilt in her depths… so deep… so… deeeep. It seemed as if he were scraping against the entrance to her womb -- she was seeing stars.

He pumped his hips back and forth, grinding his thighs against her firm rump. And then, he began to pull out -- a few inches at most, before he slammed himself back inside of her. This time, a mere pillow could not hold her back; she let out a muffled moan, her fingers digging into the bed sheets.

Sasuke began to thrust in and out of her, at a pace that seemed languid yet was anything but. He wasn’t prioritizing a quick pace, but rather a fierce one. Long, hard thrusts that packed an overwhelming amount of power - unsheathing near his entire cock from her in a slow retreat, before sinking it all back inside of her all at once.

“Does it hurt?” he asked -- the first little bit he’d shown of anything less than borderline-cruelty.

“N-no…” she stammered out, voice muffled by the pillow.

“Good.”

And then, he rammed himself back inside of her, his hips slapping against her pert ass. Again he thrust into her -- so hard that her asscheeks turned red from the force behind his thrusts. He put a hand on the back of her head once more, forcing her front down and her rear up. His other hand delivering a stinging slap to her ass as he continued to push in and out of her.

“F-fuck!” Samui gasped. “S-Sasuke-!”

It was the first time she said his name - something other than Uchiha. Her formality and manners were crumbling beneath the force of his thrusts. He was battering down her walls. He freed his hands up once more, and this time decided on another approach - he unhooked her bra and flung it to the side, before worming his hands beneath her torso and grasping those heavy breasts of hers. He grabbed them and squeezed gently, he teased her nipples and pinched them as he continued to thrust into her.

“Oh, oh… oh God…!”

Deeper, deeper, deeper… he flexed his cock inside of her, twisting his hips from one side to the other. He continued to fondle her breasts -- he leaned forward, resting his head on her shoulder. “You’re close,” he whispered into her ear. “Cum for me, Samui; there’s no point in trying to put it off.”

Her lip wobbled as he continued to thrust inside of her. It was a matter of pride -- she’d given her body to him, moaned for him, begged for him to go deeper… and yet, that last little bit of Samui refused to cum so easily for him.

Too bad it wasn’t up to her whether she came or not.

He ground his cock into her; and finally, located her G-spot. A simple nudge -- or more accurately the entire length of his cock grinding against it, and she…

… came.

Samui had no recollection of the next few minutes; she really didn’t. All she could remember was him continuing to move that incredible length in and out of her -- and something that sounded almost like screaming. Her screaming; for tears of joy seemed to be leaking from her eyes.

He had wanted to make her cum a second time before he reached his own apex -- but alas, fate conspired against him. She was just too tight, too hot, a complete blonde bombshell that seemed to cut his typical stamina in half.

Sasuke, of course, had no idea whether she was on birth control or not. He didn’t want to risk it -- so, he pulled out of her at the last second, and fired a massive, sticky load across her bare bottom, pert ass cheeks coated in a thick layer of cum by the time he was finished.

She panted; he breathed a little heavier than normal.

Slowly, agonizingly, she fell onto her side - for the first time in a while, she could breathe clearly. Her blonde hair soaked with sweat, beads of it rolling down her skin… face red and flushed, her poor little snatch still leaking arousal.

Sasuke actually gave a chuckle at that sight.

“At this rate, you’re not going anywhere tonight,” he said, giving her a once over. “Doesn’t really matter then, I guess; you were going to have to spend all night outside watching me anyway.” He took a breath. “Go get yourself cleaned up, and you can have my bed for the night, Samui. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Samui stared at him, wide eyed. She felt… droopy. And really, really disappointed that he hadn’t cum inside of her -- the sticky feeling of his seed clinging to her ass felt good, but she was sure that the sensation of him cumming inside of her womb would be ten times better.

‘Maybe,’ she thought, chest heaving. ‘Maybe another time? He isn’t leaving for a few days at least… and… and the more practice I get, the better.’

Yeah. Yeah -- that would be perfect. There was no point in ending it after one ‘practice’ session if she needed all the ‘practice’ she could get, in the event she was assigned to those seduction mission.

“Did you hear me?” he asked.

Samui nodded… slowly. “Y-yeah,” she said, voice hoarse. “I heard you. That’s -- that’s cool with me. Just… give me a few moments to recuperate, please.”

He could have taken her for a second time -- hell, he was already half-hard again -- but, he wasn’t that merciless. She was on her last legs as it was, and the chances of her being able to do anything the next day if he went after her a second time… well, that would probably arouse some suspicious. Best to play it safe.

Not to mention the fact that if she spent the night, he could have some more ‘practice’ with her in the morning.

Sasuke heaved himself off of the bed, picking up his discarded pair of boxers and slipping them back on. “If you need anything, just ask,” he said. “The bathroom’s right across the hall.”

And with that, he walked out of the bedroom -- to leave Samui to try and cobble together some kind of cohesion in her post-orgasm, post-Sasuke state.

The next morning would prove to be a fun one, indeed.

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