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Siren Song	By : FieldDranzer Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 17647 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: Hello, hello! I swear, I definitely did not forget to post stuff again, and I totally did not forget that time actually progresses... okay, I did, and for that, I do apologize. But! Not all hope is lost. In this third and final chapter, our story rounds itself out, and quite frankly, it was incredibly tough to try to write an actual romance for once! Spend enough time writing nothing but smut and you kind of forget that other genres exist.
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Final Song

The wind whirled beyond the thin barrier of a window, howling on the outside as a glimmering moon tried to shine its light through the ferocious storm beyond. Sand whipped around, crashing against the solid sandstone walls beyond like a myriad of micro blades, threatening to break through despite the people on the inside being blatantly aware that such an event could not happen. To the people of Sunagakure, this was but another sandstorm, a daily event to some degree.

Seated within one of the two chairs provided for their room, a woman let loose a long, outdrawn sigh, knowing full well that it was a foolish move to try to appease her companion by normal means. “Just relax already, it’ll be over around midnight.” Temari groaned, stretching her arms above her head while languidly rolling her eyes aside to stare at the back of her twitching companion.

Every shinobi of Konohagakure, regardless of rank or stature, had spent a great deal of time in their allied village, Suna. Both for missions and the occasional joint training exercises, as well as visits through the Academy, though these were only cases related to those below the rank of Chunin. Above them, at the very pinnacle, the blonde haired Hokage that now gazed out into the flurry that was a sandstorm couldn’t help but frown at the sudden shift in the elements.

“I know, I know… it’s just so…” trailing off, Naruto at long last turned around to regard his companion and official guide, a smile on his lips the moment their eyes met. “Warm, ya’ know?” It hadn’t been meant as a suggestion, but before he could so much as correct himself, Temari’s lips curled up into a grin; the hands that had once been used to stretch shifting down to raise the hem of her purple yukata skirt.

“Oh, I’m sure we could find a politically correct way to solve this issue of yours.” Winking from where she sat, Temari, a woman whose presence within his life had changed over time, slowly raised her knees up off of the edge of the chair, eventually pressing the soles of her naked feet against the edge of the coffee table before her.

With a shake of his head, the blonde Hokage knew that her mind could not be changed, in much the same way that he had been obstinate about a great many things throughout his life.

“We just had sex…” Twice that day, he could add, but the Hokage chose not to remind his partner how astoundingly aroused she had become over the past month.

Hindsight was the invaluable lesson he had learned that month, for with hindsight, one could see that a woman that came to a friend for sexual advice, would often evolve in numerous ways. Some became flirtatious by default, others amassed experience as a seductress, but Temari… Temari evolved in a way that neither one had originally anticipated.

In a majority of the relationships the Hokage heard about, either from his friends or from concerned citizens that definitely did not purposefully spy on their neighbors to have something to gossip about, the male was almost always seen as the instigator. The rumor mill had been ablaze with which of the two of them was the catalyst for change, though at the end of the day, almost everyone turned their pointed gaze towards the blonde knuckleheaded ninja that had once been caught peeping at the hot springs, many years ago.

Although, as his eyes roamed to the side and as a soft sigh poured forth from his lips, Naruto himself knew that that was simply not the case. Between her introduction to clone gangbangs and the concept of moving in, Temari had become a type of predator; one that prowled around their shared apartment, often completely naked, waiting to pounce on an unwitting Hokage trying to relax.

“So? It’s not stopping you from thinking about it.” Flashing her lover an even wider smirk than ever before, Temari continued to raise the hem of her yukata, slowly but surely exposing her soft, creamy thighs and the treasure that craved his attention beyond.

Rolling his eyes in response, Naruto shuffled over, dropping down into the chair on the opposite end of the table before flinching back from his own surprise. Somehow, the thought of sitting directly across from her hadn’t registered within his mind, so rather than the flirtatious tease he had seen before, his crystal clear blue eyes feasted upon the sight that was Temari’s exposed womanhood.

“You did bring panties with you… right?” Forcibly pulling his gaze away from the sandy blonde haired woman’s groin, Naruto spoke up unevenly, steadying his now rapidly beating heart in an attempt not to crack.

“To Suna? You’re joking, right?” Raising an eyebrow incredulously, the blonde lowered her hands down towards the apex of her thighs, seemingly unbothered by the man whose eyes fell back down to ogle her slit.

The only thing he could do in response was to heave out an audible sigh. In truth, the scalding warmth that prevaded the entirety of Sunagakure had made even him contemplate his wardrobe, to the point where he had foregone the thicker undershirt beneath his orange long sleeved jacket. A protective mesh shirt was still in place, but in comparison to the climate around Konohagakure, the temperatures during the evening prevented him from wearing anything else. Not to mention how the heat would rise during the day.

“I can’t sleep with you right now, Temari.” Naruto spoke, a somber expression adorning his features, despite the rather erotic scenery before him. “I’m going to speak with the Kazekage, remember?”

That truly had been the reason for his departure from the safety of Konoha. A meeting between the Hokage and the Kazekage, to discuss a handful of security based solutions, as well as a myriad of more mediocre things. Normally, any such meeting would be left to the head of security within Konohagakure’s council, but alas…

There were other things afoot, things that demanded the Hokage’s personal attention, along with the presence of his bodyguard and guide.

“Fine, fine… once you’re done, I’ll be waiting in bed, naked.” Glowering at him from across the small coffee table, Temari promptly pulled the hem of her yukata down once more, pouting, despite her words coming out in the form of a threat. It truly was a threat, to her at least.

“You don’t want to come along?” Ignoring her growling as much as he could, Naruto’s attention shifted elsewhere instead. “Tonight won’t be anything serious, just a drink between friends, and a time for questions, should either one of us have any.”

Tilting her head to the side, the sandy blonde diplomat gently tapped a manicured finger against her chin, seemingly lost in thought. What he had said was the truth, in its own way. After what could only have been a solid minute however, Temari’s face lit up, and with a smile so wide and sly that even Naruto quivered in his chair, the blonde replied in kind.

“I wouldn’t want to be a fourth wheel. Knowing Kankuro, he’ll rejoice at the chance to attend, after all.” Slowly pushing herself up onto her feet, Temari’s expression shifted, darkening into something much more maniacal. “Besides… being in a room with you, however is a lady meant to contain herself?”

Giving his partner and lover a roll of his eyes in response, their subjects softened, turning far less serious in the blink of an eye. While the reason for his presence there had been made clear, no diplomat or visitor would be asked to parade themselves through town in the warmest hour of the day, and with that point very well known, Temari had laid a few plans of her own. The pace with which she spoke was almost endearing, babbling away about the places she wanted him to see, or the cafe at the corner of the main street; a sandstone cafe by day, and a luxurious nightclub come night.

She herself had never gone to the latter half, or so she animatedly justified, claiming that her training as a kunoichi and her status as the former Kazekage’s daughter had left her at odds with most people her age. Regardless of the comments he had wanted to make, the blonde stubbornly refused to yield her point, bringing out the much more logical reasoning of needing to stay hydrated in the scalding heat.

How long the two of them spent talking, enjoying one another’s company without the added benefit of sex, neither Naruto nor Temari rightly cared to find out. Evolved to a higher plain of addiction as she was, the sandy blonde ambassador still refrained from turning their relationship back to square one.

“Do you really have to go?” When Naruto arose from his seat a great deal of time later, Temari couldn’t help but whine at the loss of a companion; an uncharacteristically sad expression adorning her otherwise unblemished features.

“I’ve… probably kept Gaara waiting long enough, as is.” Arching his back where he stood to stretch it out, the blonde haired Hokage was met by his lover no more than a few steps from the door, smiling down at her when her dainty hands came up to straighten out his orange jacket.

Pausing for a moment, the blonde reached a hand up behind his head, smiling at his lover awkwardly for the briefest moment. “Er… how do I get to Gaara’s office again?”

In a matter of seconds, the tension, the annoyance and the sorrow of being sexually rejected dispersed, leaving only a grinning Naruto, a dumbfounded Temari, and a round of hearty laughter a moment thereafter; both participants chuckling and giggling at his question.

“Take a right once you exit the door and follow the corridor along the outside of the sphere. Traditions prohibit elevators, but mostly due to construction issues, so follow the corridor until you reach a flight of stairs. Gaara’s office is at the very top, near the rooftop exit.” Waving her index finger in a show of how to traverse the hallways, Temari placed her free hand upon her hip, peering at her lover with an unidentifiable look. “Perhaps I should go with you after all…”

Nodding his head appreciatively at her simple explanation, the blonde Hokage froze for a moment, rearranging his thoughts before reaching the singular validation he required. “Not without panties you’re not!”

Before Temari could so much as pout in response to his inhumane demand, her breath was snatched out of her mouth; eyes widening to the brim whilst her heart thumped heavily within her chest. A soft, soothing warmth descended upon her lips, and without so much as a warning, Temari was held within her lover’s embrace, deep and warm, safeguarded by one of the strongest men in the world.

It lasted but a moment, though in that singular moment, her woes were all but banished from her thoughts. “Should’ve warned me~” Winding both hands around her lover’s neck, Temari pushed herself up onto the very tips of her toes, leaning up to rejoin her lips with his in yet another kiss.

“You like it rough, and since you’ve been good-” Muttering out his praise, a soft poof erupted from directly behind the ambassador’s back, accompanied by a second and third set of hands that descended upon her form without hesitance. “You get to keep a few. Take care of her, guys~”

Stepping away from his girlfriend and lover’s embrace, Naruto shifted his gaze straight ahead, grinning from ear to ear as the sight before him sank in. Temari in the middle, a bright crimson flush adorning her cheeks, with a Naruto clone holding onto each of her arms; their hands far less reluctant than the original Naruto’s own fingers. Even before he so much as reached the door separating their room from the rest of the building, both clones had grabbed a breast each, fondling and molesting the softly moaning, quivering woman between their bodies…

With a soft thud, the ornate wooden door was shut behind his back, activating a distinct privacy barrier to withhold any and all sounds from escaping through the tiniest little crack.

The directions he had received were simple, easy to understand, even for someone that had only ever followed the Kazekage’s entourage whenever he dropped by for a visit. Down the length of a hallway that gently curved along the outer edge of the spherical building, gazing out into the raging storm beyond; a storm that, to him, seemed ferocious and unyielding, unnatural even. Through the walls, the blonde could hear the rustling of the wind, whipping up against the glass that safeguarded the Hokage from its fury.

Up a slanted staircase with wide steps, past a dozen more circular windows, then up and around, taking a sharp turn to the left when his legs had carried him there.

Beyond a thin veil, the Kazekage’s office and personal living space was kept separate from the bureaucracy and debauchery that took place within the sacred sandstone walls below. The moment his sandal clad feet stepped past a point, Naruto’s body perked up, a hasty glance thrown across his shoulder all but confirmed what he thought he knew. Between the main staircase leading up to the pinnacle of the sphere and the lower areas, a privacy barrier had been erected; invisible to the naked eye, but potent enough to leave a reaction to the keenly aware.

“... you’re going to introduce him, then?” Beyond a wall and through an open archway, a voice reached out to greet the blonde haired Hokage, though it was not the Kazekage’s soft spoken manner of speaking.

“Mm. I will.” The somber reply that reached Naruto’s ears was undoubtedly Gaara’s, based solely on the almost emotionless, but somehow soothing tone.

Gaara’s, the Kazekage’s, private quarters were every bit as impressive as they were simplistic. Sandstone walls, as was the construction of the entirety of Sunagakure, made up most of it. A large room at its center, with three adjacent archways leading into separate rooms. Minimalistic furniture was put up, a sofa and a few tables, but from what little the blonde could see beyond the archway to the north, the Kazekage’s actual office space was more furnished. Laid out before him on the floor, a grand carpet of an immaculate design, with a myriad of darker colors, presented itself, giving the Hokage’s feet a reprieve from the harsh sandstone beneath.

“Did you get lost on the way?” Greeting him through the archway to his right, a tall man, clad in a black loosely fitted bodysuit waved his gloved hand. Kankuro had arisen from one of the chairs dictated to him, though the smile upon his lips was as genuine as the alcohol that swirled around within a short glass held tightly in his other hand.

Flashing the puppeteer a broad smile on the way in, Naruto couldn’t help but chuckle softly to himself, unable to bring himself to explain that no, he had not gotten lost so much as how the puppeteer’s sister had been bored. Instead, his right hand was outstretched, greeting one of the Kazekage’s siblings with a hearty smile.

“Would you like something to drink?” Beside the two, Gaara, clad in a pair of grey slacks and a black shirt, arose from what appeared to be a spectacularly comfortable chair, draped in a finely crafted velvet. To have the Kazekage himself pour Naruto a drink was both an honor, but also a formality that none within the room could ever make themselves care about.

“Of course!” In the time between the Fourth Great Ninja War and the present day, the blonde had spent a great deal of time working under the former Hokage, Kakashi, learning every nuance of politics while also strengthening his own skillset. When a tumbler glass with a floral design carved into the crystal glass was handed to him, the blonde not only nodded his head in thanks, but looked around to regard Gaara and Kankuro both.

“I’m glad to see you again, the both of you.” Keeping his voice as steady as he could, his blue eyes glimmered in the faded light within the room. With a broad smile fastened on his lips, the blonde raised his glass towards his lips, ignorant of the smirk that passed from brother to brother.

The moment the liquor passed by his lips and washed down his tongue, Naruto’s eyes shot open, widening beyond belief as an incredibly rich, albeit strong flavor washed across his palette. It stung, burned and sent cold shivers down the length of his spine all at once, but nonetheless, when a mouthful had passed, he lowered the glass once more.

“Scotch? No…” Swirling the golden brown liquid around within his glass, the blonde moved off towards a chair designated for him by Kankuro, lightly browsing through his non-alcoholic wisdom in search of an answer.

“Spiced cognac,” Gaara supplied, relieving the blonde of his duty to guess. “It rarely leaves the borders of Suna, so outsiders hardly ever try it.” Speaking in an even tone of voice, the red haired Kazekage sent his longtime friend a soothing smile.

“Kakashi’s reaction was better,” Kankuro chimed in with a laugh, immediately causing Naruto to raise an eyebrow in response. “You could practically see his face turn red beneath that mask of his!” Clapping a hand down upon his thigh, Kankuro, Gaara and Naruto sank into a companionable conversation about the various Kage, from Tsunade to Mei, then back to the Raikage’s almost exuberant reaction to the cognac.

Setting aside their busy schedules for a friendly visit was nigh impossible half the time, but nonetheless, for the next Five Kage Summit, Naruto would have to prepare something for his esteemed guests to try as well. Something local, unheard of elsewhere…

“Has Temari carried out her duties well, Naruto?” It took him a bit, but at the sound of his voice, Naruto’s mind jolted back to the present, blinking rapidly where he sat while trying to readjust to the shifting subjects.

With a smile befitting that of any political figure, Naruto paused, redirected his gaze to meet the red haired Kage’s own cyan orbs, before replying. “Of course! As an ambassador and occasional instructor, her presence in Konoha has brought a great many pleasures.”

Watching the faces of his companions shift in response to the surprisingly positive feedback, Naruto opened his mouth to continue…

… only for his mind to be assaulted by the pleasures of a thousand orgasms, causing his eyes to roll up into the back of his head before his social propriety forced his eyelids shut. Outwardly, it was a battle to remain neutral and friendly, though inwardly, it was all he could do to not cum on the spot.

One of his clones from below had been popped, either due to sensory overload, or by the design of his lover, but nonetheless, the images, the memories and the experience that that singular clone had accumulated came rushing back to greet him in the most pleasant way possible. The trio below had carried out one of Temari’s favorite positions, leaving her spitroasted between the two clones with a thick coating of cum splattered out across her face and chest.

That visage lasted only a moment, but that singular moment was enough to strain the blonde more than a dozen hours of training. All around him, the world began to shift back into focus, blanketed by the darkness of his closed eyes, but fortune still remained on his side. From the left, Kankuro’s voice still chirped on, and from the right, a surprisingly mirthful response reached the blue eyed Hokage’s ears.

When his eyes at long last reopened themselves, he was greeted by the soothing light within the room, as well as the sight of his two companions, humored beyond compare.

“It’s a creeper, yeah. Sneaks up on you when you think you’ve gotten through it.” Kankuro chuckled, mostly to himself as Naruto instinctively reached a hand up to rub out his temples. “You don’t have to drink it all if you can’t handle it.”

“Was the journey here taxing?” Gaara, either more intuitive or sharper, latched on to the nuance of Naruto’s reaction, catching a glimmer of evidence that the blonde scarcely even knew existed.

“The heat is, ya know?” Lowering his hand and reopening his eyes all at once, the blonde flashed both of his companions a generous smile, sweating in his seat as the lingering burst of bliss coursed through his veins; made all the more apparent by the barely hidden bulge within his slacks.

A moment passed, the sound of his own beating heart reverberating throughout his ears, but before long, the Kazekage across from him slowly nodded his head. “The climate of Konoha is different, yes. I’ve no doubt Temari has said as much, but drink.” Not so much as an ounce of entertainment remained within his friend’s cyan eyes, only a look of absolute authority. To drink was not a suggestion, but an order.

Replying with a nod of his own, Naruto eventually brought the glass of cognac back up to his lips, taking a much more subtle sip that time, now that he had experienced its effects. The benefit and downside of housing a tailed beast came in the form of his inexplicable tolerance towards alcohol, or lack thereof, when Kurama felt playful.

“On the subject of Temari’s time in Konoha, as an ambassador of Sunagakure…” speaking up after what had felt like a small eternity, Naruto lowered the hand that clutched the glass within it, drawing in both Gaara and Kankuro’s attention.

“Finally ready to spill the beans on how she’s doing there?” Kankuro asked, a teasing tone to his voice while a wide smile adorned his lips.

While one sibling flippantly spent his time joking, the other… was less inclined to let the subject go, remaining silent within his seat even as his cyan eyes stared up into Naruto’s own blue orbs. “Go on.” Was all that Gaara said, the glass within his hands set aside, to fold and intertwine his fingers together beneath his chin.

“While we all agree that her time there is due to a diplomatic mission, wherein her objective is to act as an ambassador and a link between our villages…” granting his audience a moment to let his words sink in, Naruto gulped heavily, already fearful of his second clone popping. “Would her stature change, should she ever find someone there to spend her days with?”

Exchanging a brief, but silent glance with his brother, Kankuro slowly straightened out within his velvet draped chair, setting aside his glass as well. “If she found a boyfriend there, or got married?” His question was direct, ignorant of the caution and repercussions put into Naruto’s every word. Although, it was a clarification question.

Acting akin to the fool that most assumed him to be, Naruto’s eyes lit up, gently nodding his head as if the revelation had struck him then, too. “Yes, yes! Like that, yeah. Would that influence her mission?”

In truth, it was by no means what he had wanted to ask, nor was it anywhere as direct as he likely should have been, but nonetheless, the question had plagued his mind for a great deal of time. If, by some strange coincidence, either one of her siblings discovered their current relationship… how would it affect his relationship with the Kazekage, moving forward? He was sleeping with and training their sister, after all.

When no more words were exchanged on the subject, Naruto at long last turned his eyes upon Gaara, the leader of the village he now inhabited, and the man that could undoubtedly bury everyone in a cocoon of sand at any given moment. The pale, cyan eyed Kazekage was as calm as ever, but somewhere along the line, his expression had shifted, leaving behind the layer of a political figure, to take on the guise of a brother instead.

“Whoever she chooses to be her partner is beyond our control, that much, I believe I do not need to say.” Heaving out an internal breath of relief, Naruto thanked the tailed beast within his stomach for their luck. “However… If such a time comes, and if the one she’s with chooses to do anything improper, I would like to request a personal audience with them. Here.”

A threat, blatant and obvious, but before anything else could be said about it, the polite, soft spoken Gaara returned to his usual self.

“Are you aware of any such person, as of right now, Naruto?” Tipping his chin up ever so slightly, the blonde pondered the question, if only just to find an answer that didn’t involve himself.

“There was that one guy, right? The one she fought at the Chunin exams, so long ago.” Instead, Kankuro, in his infinite wisdom, chose that point in time to intervene, bringing up a time when all three men present were very different. “Nara, was it?” The final question was pointed in Naruto’s general direction, asking for confirmation that such a person did exist.

“Shikamaru Nara, yes.” Naruto hummed, internally apologizing to his advisor for putting him within the Kazekage’s sight. “I do believe the two of them went out, once upon a time.” Another tidbit of information that he recalled, though how their time together went, he neither cared nor needed to know.

As quickly as their conversation had turned serious, it was back to the flippant side. On the subject of relationships, Naruto, of course, chose to inquire about the love lives of both Gaara and Kankuro. The former was blunt, to the point, and gave the answer that Naruto himself could have vaguely guessed; nonexistent. Kankuro, however, was more tentative with his reply, exchanging a glance with his brother, a glance that went unnoticed, before admitting that there was someone whose presence had been requested.

Their evening went on like that, with the Kazekage’s mirthful laughter on occasion, Kankuro’s awkward, yet sociable approach to subjects that most people would desperately avoid in the presence of two Kage. Naruto, however, was none too mirthful, casting sidelong glances at his red haired friend while contemplating the future to come.

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“Look, I mean it, I am sorry for staying so long.” Heaving out a heavy breath of air in the midst of a resplendent day, Naruto Uzumaki’s shoulders slumped, following closely behind his companion. “Gaara is hard to get to sometimes, but Kankuro…” Feeling a bead of sweat roll down the side of his face, the vague recollection of Temari’s brothers the night before reappeared, intermingled with a haze of cognac.

“I’m not upset at that,” Temari spoke, no more than a few feet ahead, trudging through the scorching streets of Sunagakure. “It’s just… you left me there with two clones?” Casting a cautious glance across their surroundings, Temari hissed out her complaint, a crimson colored blush adorning her cheeks as one too many eyes were locked onto their forms.

Freezing up for a moment where he stood, with his eyebrows furrowed, it took the blonde a moment to contemplate the complaint, sorting it through his built-in archive of Hokage knowledge… before a hearty laugh spilled forth from his lips.

“It’s not funny…!” Again, the sandy blonde kunoichi stifled her complaints, turning around fully to seemingly berate the man whose presence attracted all sorts of gazes. “A girl has needs, and after you… two just isn’t enough!”

To the onlookers that crowded the streets, attempting not to make it too obvious where their gazes lingered, the conversation might have come through as a friend reminding a friend not to go to long without drinking, though had anyone dared to step a bit closer, their cheeks would undoubtedly appear as red as Gaara’s hair. In the scorching desert heat, going so much as an hour without drinking could be lethal.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll make sure to summon at least a dozen next time, to make it up to you.” Flashing her a particularly broad, friendly smile, the Hokage stretched out his hand as if to offer a treaty. “Deal?”

As abruptly as her annoyance arose, the sandy blonde kunoichi paused, sputtered once, then dropped her hands down to subconsciously try to tug the bottom of her lavender colored kimono down. It was, by no means, a bad proposition, giving her a dozen lovers that could each go at least three rounds…

“Fine, fine. I accept your deal.” Waving off his hand in an attempt to appear nonchalant, Temari straightened her back at last, shooting their not so stealthy onlookers a glare before aligning her gaze with her boyfriend’s once more. “But no less than a dozen.”

In the early morning hours of Suna, the ferocious sandstorm that plagued the midnight hours had subsided at last, as his escort, guide and girlfriend had proclaimed that it would. The aftermath of which truly had brought forth the perseverance of Sunagakure, or so the blonde Hokage had proclaimed, when he stepped out from the Kazekage’s spherical building with his hands folded behind his back.

That morning had been reserved for him to wander around the village at his leisure, with Temari as a bodyguard, of course. While the Kazekage had been clear that assigning a security detail to his friend was on the redundant side, the council he ruled the village with would feel infinitely more at ease if the blonde had someone to guide him. Naturally, between the red haired Kazekage, and the blonde haired Hokage, the musings and requests of the civilian side of the council was something to grow accustomed to.

“Where do you want to go first?” From a few feet ahead, Temari, a woman that had been all too pleased to act as her secret boyfriend’s guide, asked. “We could start with refreshments, there’s a cafe near the residential district that’s particular.” Turning her head aside to take in the blonde’s confused expression, Temari giggled softly. “It’s a cafe by day and a nightclub by, well, night.”

Nodding his head softly from the rear, Naruto agreed, knowing full well that the scorching heat from above would get to them eventually. While weather forecasts were helpful at times, no resident of Sunagakure needed a forecast to tell that the sun shone down particularly warmly that day, causing a great deal of the elderly population to remain inside.

When the two began to walk once more, the eyes that lingered upon them slowly faded away, one by one returning to the chores or duties they were meant to carry out throughout the day. The denizens of Suna were curious, of course, seeing as to how one of the five Kage meandered about the village at random. Quickening his pace the tiniest bit however, it took the blonde no more than a few paces to catch up to his counterpart; his left hand twitching as its digits longed for hers.

“You didn’t feel like warning me about the liquor over here?” He cheekily complained, jokingly nudging Temari’s side to draw her attention towards himself. “I would’ve passed out on the spot if I didn’t have this-” as dramatically as he could, Naruto stroked his belly, motioning towards the seal that housed his fluffy tenant.

“What’s the fun in that?” Returning the gesture in kind, Temari’s lips parted ways into a toothy grin, returning the nudge into the Hokage’s side before catching herself in the act. “Surely, a man of your… stature, can handle some alcohol.”

Rolling his eyes at her antics, their conversation died down as quickly as it began, though this time, Naruto’s eyes did not linger on one spot.

Sunagakure was the same as it had always been, with little to no outside influence. The walls surrounding its outer edges still remained, cracked in some places, but no small amount of maintenance was put towards its construction plans for the future. As far as his blue eyes could see, sandstone was the building block of their society, with more than a dozen houses, both high and low, scattered throughout what would normally be considered the commercial district.

“There isn’t much room for expansion or growth, is there?” Putting his thoughts into words, Naruto’s gaze fell down upon one of the nearby spires; a wider structure meant to house several families, or people that lived alone.

“Due to the outer borders, expanding outward is difficult,” Temari began, her eyes lingering upon the faraway wall that both safeguarded and limited the village’s growth. “Before my diplomatic mission began, I do recall Gaara muttering to himself about potentially widening the wall, but…”

When Temari trailed off, Naruto paused, awaiting her time to continue, though no more words came. The reasoning was simple enough that even an outsider could understand, after spending naught more than one night there.

“The storms weren’t this strong in the past, were they?” Halting his step, Naruto brought up the one question that had truly bugged him. Through all of his shinobi career, and his occasional visits to Sunagakure, no storm had been as ferocious as the one that came the night before.

A silent nod was the only reply he received; a nod, accompanied by a wave of her arm towards the establishment they now stood in front of.

Taking a moment to appreciate the scenery before him, Naruto Uzumaki, the biggest attraction of attention within the village at the time, neatly folded his arms across his chest. The cafe itself was set up in a cylindrical sandstone building, complete with an outdoors pavilion that, to the Hokage’s eternal gratitude, had a roof built over it, to hide its patrons from the scorching sunlight beyond. Its exterior was lacking in comparison to the natural tone of what could be found in Konoha, but for where they were, it was an appreciated sight.

“Temari~” A woman’s voice cut through the air, sounding vaguely familiar, though the blonde haired man couldn’t quite place it. Dashing out from the cafe’s entrance, a younger woman with long, silky black hair practically hopped up to fling herself into Temari’s chest, both arms wrapped around her in a tight embrace. “It’s so good to see you!”

Flinching back at the exclamation and the sudden force of another woman flinging herself into her arms, Temari chuckled softly, staggering back a single step before almost forcibly pushing the other girl to arm’s length.

“Sari?” Cocking her head to the side, it took the sandy blonde a moment before uttering a name; the reaction of which was a wide brimmed smile and a gleeful squeal.

“It has been way, way too long since we- oh!” In the midst of bouncing up and down where she stood, the now named Sari paused, glanced across Temari’s shoulder, and practically froze in place when her eyes landed upon the blonde standing behind Temari.

Waving his hand in her direction, Naruto’s lips curled, a wide, welcoming smile sent towards the one named Sari. “Hey there,” it was meant to sound casual, as much as the knuckleheaded ninja had ever managed to be at least, but it came through as if he had punched through glass.

“O-oh! Uh, hey, uhm… r-right, a table for two?” Caught between a rampant stutter and a stumble, the raven haired girl glanced back towards her friend, desperate to normalize the situation. However, Temari offered no such reprieve.

Following after the would-be waitress, Naruto ducked his head low to stifle an awkward laugh, holding back as much as he could. While the exterior had been surprisingly bland, despite Temari’s best efforts to prove him otherwise, the interior had a feel to it that made even Naruto feel at home. Dark, rich floorboards paved the way for a cooler climate, supported by a hidden air condition system that made the Hokage shudder at the difference between hot and cold. Directly ahead, a vast bar counter separated the cafe half from the ravings taking place at night, brandishing more bottles of alcoholic beverages than Naruto himself had seen in his life; an impressive showcase, though the two of them wandered off to the left.

Placed against a set of surprisingly wide windows, reaching from the Hokage’s waist and up above his head, Naruto Uzumaki eased his companion’s chair out, settling down on his own whilst the raven haired waitress fidgeted in place.

How Temari had reacted as quickly as she did, the blonde would never know, but in the blink of an eye, the dark haired woman dashed across the cafe, weaving back and forth between tables in a way that instinctively drew Naruto’s eyes towards it.

“She used to attend the academy, way back, but around the time of the Chunin exams, she dipped. Proclaimed to have found a different calling in life.” Folding her arms beneath her sizable, barely covered bust, Temari’s sea green eyes fell down upon her lover’s curiously moving face.

“The world has enough shinobi in it.” Naruto nodded, appreciation and approval washing out across his face, even as Sari returned in a clumsy haste; two bottles of water were placed before her guests.

Exchanging a brief glance with her old friend, Temari and Sari alike eventually set their eyes upon the blonde haired Hokage, slowly drawing Naruto out of his official mindset. “What?”

Another brief glance was exchanged, along with a crimson colored flush that spread across the pale skinned waitress’ face, but before long, Temari’s melodic, almost sadistically pleasant voice broke through the silence. “Maybe we should refrain from ever bringing you to a nightclub.” Had it not been for the wide grin upon her lips, then Temari’s statement might have seemed out of place, at best.

Blinking his eyes rapidly, it took the blonde a moment, then another, before glancing up at the woman by their side. For a waitress, her outfit was undoubtedly on the revealing side, exposing more skin than most women in Suna would ever dare to do. A freely flowing top, leaving her midriff completely exposed, along with a skirt that seemed dangerously short on a windy day.

Excusing herself a moment thereafter, the scantily clad waitress sauntered off, giving her would-be friend a flirtatious wink before darting off behind the vast counter that served as the bar.

Between the two of them and the refreshments they received, a companionable silence stretched on. On Temari’s behalf, her eyebrows were furrowed together, bearing an unreadable expression, even for the one she slept and lived with. For Naruto however, the pause was spent in his own head, musing how best to bring up the subject he had discussed with Gaara the night before.

“Have you-” Temari spoke up, halting to let her lover speak.
“By the way-” Naruto tried to interject, only to pause, waving for Temari to continue.

Pausing with a gobsmacked expression adorning his face, it took the two of them a moment of ear deafening silence to react at last, though their reaction was as unexpected as it was awkward. As if on cue, both Naruto and Temari laughed, chuckling and giggling softly to themselves, even amidst the prying eyes that circulated throughout the village as a whole.

After a moment’s pause, when Temari’s cheeks burned too bright for her to speak up, Naruto’s lips curled up into a wide smile. “Where do we go next, my beloved guide?”

If the blush that crossed her cheeks had been subtle before, the moment those very words left her lover’s lips, Temari’s face burst into redness, lighting up like a christmas tree in the midst of the cafe. For a couple that had spent the last two months sleeping around, that had been his first public comment, official duties notwithstanding.

Although, as Temari violently reached down to devour the remnants of her water bottle, her flush subsided just enough for her to speak anew. “There is one more place I want to take you.” Receiving a raised eyebrow and an understanding, almost sympathetic smile in reply, Temari rolled her eyes plainly. “Show you, not take you. I swear, sometimes, you’re incredibly naive and innocent, but other times…”

“How could I ever be innocent with a girlfriend that craves sex more than sleep?” This time, it was Naruto’s turn to roll his eyes, but nonetheless, the water set aside before him was devoured near instantly, only then realizing how dehydrated he had become.

“Do you mind putting on a little speed this time? I almost fell asleep, walking ahead of you.” Flashing her counterpart a toothy grin, Temari pushed herself up onto her feet, sauntering off to pay for their refreshments with an obvious sway to her hips.

Left beside their table, Naruto Uzumaki crossed his arms underneath his chest stubbornly. With Temari’s back turned to him, and with all the prying eyes now gone, the blonde haired Hokage let his eyelids flutter shut. In the blink of an eye, an orange flash of light burst forth.

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In a flash of light, the blonde haired Hokage’s form materialized within the private enclosure that was his and Temari’s shared room; a fact that neither Gaara nor Kankuro had been made aware of. Practically stumbling forth from the sudden explosion of light however, Naruto reached a hand up towards his mouth, withholding a gag as his stomach churned.

Whilst the Yellow Flash had been at the pinnacle of technique, Naruto himself could hardly ever compare. His technique had been resurrected, as had the stories of the fabled Yellow Flash’s deeds returned, but nonetheless, the difference between father and son came in a most unexpected form.

Motion sickness.

Heaving out a soft retch, the Uzumaki’s eyes zeroed in on his task at hand. To go from a small table to the counter to pay, then turn around was hardly any time at all, so he himself had to be quick.

Whirling around the moment he regained his bearings, Naruto Uzumaki strode towards the one place where he could most assuredly say that Temari would never peek; the ideal hiding place for anything secret. With unbound confidence and determination, Naruto’s hands fell down towards a dresser, dipping down into the second drawer from the top, where Temari stored what little underwear she had been forced to bring along.

Sifting through the garments took him little time, nor did it take him long to find the small wooden box he had sought out, however…

“A valid hiding spot.” From the corner of the room, a monotone voice arose, snapping Naruto’s hands up into the air just in time for the reversal of his Flying Raijin to kick in.

With a burst of orange light and a hail of lacy thongs, Naruto disappeared from view, leaving only the blank expression of Gaara behind.

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Stepping away from the small table that had previously been occupied by her and her beloved, Temari’s cheeks burned bright, purposely swaying her hips in an even more overt way than ever before. She was so focused on subduing the rampant blush across her cheeks that, when a not at all subtle burst of orange light lit up the interior of the cafe, the diplomat failed to notice it.

“Oh my god, Temari!~” Tilting her head back up, the ambassador blinked her eyes twice before, with the same whirlwind of motion as before, a set of weights slammed themselves down upon her shoulders. “You’re dating the Hokage?”

The moment those words arose, squealed out from a woman that couldn’t be more excited to spread the word, Temari’s eyes widened to the brims. Sari had returned from her recluse, composed in comparison to her earlier state, with a downright flabbergasted expression upon her fairly toned face. That very exclamation had drawn a few curious looks, some from the other girls that wandered around in the back, though a few of the passersby outside gawked and glared in through the veil of light that separated the world within from the one outside.

“Don’t yell that!” Temari hissed, the blush from before returning with a vengeance, even as another flash of orange light drew the waitress’ attention towards it. “We’re not-. I mean, it’s not that we aren’t, we’re just…” fumbling her way through her own logic, Temari paused, contemplating how to phrase her current relationship with the Hokage.

They were dating, or at the very least, she herself believed that they were. However, to admit to doing so would ruin the concept of a secret relationship, and to tell a courtesan would be the same as telling the entire village. Yet, what else was there to say? Which term could she use that would aptly describe her relationship with Naruto, aside from the far more crude definition of fuck buddies?

Yes, their relationship had begun as such, but to admit it in front of anyone else only made Temari’s knees quiver in response.

When at last the ambassador reopened her mouth to try to reason with her gossip loving old friend, a strong hand fell down to rest upon her right shoulder, drawing Temari and Sari’s eyes up towards the soothing prismarine colored eyes that shone from behind.

“Is there a problem with the bill?” Naruto spoke, a tone of utmost confidence and authority emanating from his throat, near instantly silencing any other questions the raven haired waitress might have had.

“No, no, of course not. Just girls catching up, reminiscing about the old days.” Waving the question off as nonchalantly as it was to breathe, Sari stepped aside, allowing the blonde haired diplomat to pay for their refreshments. “Say, where’d you teleport off to?”

“Oh, nowhere special. Ready to head off?” Offering the waitress a carefree wave and a soothing smile, Naruto stepped aside, allowing his guide to take the reins whilst the raven haired waitress remained in place; a wicked grin upon her lips.

“You’re too friendly and approachable.” No more than a second after the duo left the cafe, Temari shot a remark across her shoulder. “How on earth you aren’t married is a literal miracle…”

Taken aback at first, Naruto could do no more than chuckle as the two of them set a steady pace, wandering in a northern direction before swirling around to head towards the outer rim of the city itself. In comparison to their leisurely stroll at the start of the day, it was almost as if the scantily clad woman before him was in a hurry, power walking through the dwindling streets of Sunagakure at a pace that made the low hem of her kimono skirt billow around her toned thighs.

“I think you’ll like this though…” Perking his head up and away from the purple kimono that swished in time with his lover’s every step, Naruto’s eyes trailed higher, only then feeling the lack of fatigue from the night before.

Up and onward, through the streets that separated houses from watchtowers, up along a slanted slope, past a trench that appeared as old as the individual grains of sand themselves; onward, his guide brought him, and onward, Naruto strode. Somewhere in the back of his head, the vista that stretched itself out from atop the Hokage monument arose, though with their location in mind, Naruto himself was highly doubtful that anything there could match the scenery from home.

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Shining down from its pedestal in the heavens above, a gleaming ocean of sunlight illuminated the world below, bathing the never ending dunes of sand in a radiance so bright that those that gazed upon it were forced to shield their eyes. Stretching on for as far as the eye could see, the cloudless skies acted as a contrast to the pristine white sand below.

However, beyond the safety of the sandstone walls and the insurmountable cliffs that formed a one-way valley beyond, a scenery unlike any other had arisen. Hand crafted by the tail and hands of Shukaku itself, a pyramid of unspeakable proportions seemingly appeared through the shimmering haze of an oasis. Lush, green grass spread out from the epicenter of the bijuu’s sanctuary, forming a mote of crystalline, sparkling water all around the construct itself. Yet, had that not been a spectacular enough sign of change, the assortment of trees and spires around it certainly brought a tear to the eyes of the natives of Suna.

Perched atop the farthest edge of the wall, their hands were entwined, locked together of their own accord whilst the princess of Suna presented the awakening of nature as best as she could.

“It was all a barren wasteland before, harsh, ravenous… the desert itself practically wanted us dead,” the woman acting as Suna’s ambassador in Konohagakure explained, her fingers clenching down around him. “But ever since the war, ever since Shukaku could roam freely, with Gaara nearby, it’s just so much more peaceful. Bountiful.”

Freeing his digits from the embrace of his lover’s right hand, Naruto eased his hand aside; circling his left arm around Temari’s waist to pull her closer still. “Watching it spread made this into my favorite spot. Mine and Kankuro, but Gaara’s especially.”

In the very back of his head, a sarcastic comment arose from the tenant that occupied half of his mind, though Naruto paid it little mind. Aside from the annual gathering of the bijuu, Kurama had fallen into something akin to a slumber, awakening only to mock the lowest of its brethren, or to backseat commentate Naruto’s lackluster training as of late. The singular piece of advice he had received however, still made his heart flutter to that day.

“I can see what you mean,” Naruto began, his crystalline eyes traversing the endless expanse of life that flourished before their eyes. “It makes you wonder how it would have been, if none of this warfare had happened.”

Once more, the duo shifted around, though this time, it was Temari’s turn to move. With her beloved’s arm still loosely wrapped around her waist, the ambassador turned aside, hooking one leg over the Hokage’s thigh until her face came to rest directly above his own; straddling him fully where they sat.

“If none of that ever happened, I wouldn’t have met you~” Tipping her chin down, the sand siren pressed her lips against his; her eyelids fluttering shut even before their lips collided in a kiss. “That, and I likely wouldn’t have had a gangbang for my second time~” Breaking their kiss apart, Temari’s hands descended down upon his shoulders, grinding her groin down against his own.

Smiling up against the kiss, Naruto’s arms softly wound themselves around his lover’s waist, holding her smaller form down against his own whilst her hips continued to move. Whether he had seen it or not, the sensation rubbing against his slacks was the only indication any man could need. Temari had gone commando that day as well, despite wearing a kimono cut short.

“Let me guess, you want to have sex in front of the vista?” Naruto chuckled at last, breaking free from the caring embrace that was her lips to heave in a deep breath of air. The thought had crossed his mind already, much akin to their time spent atop the Hokage monument, but…

“In broad daylight?” Letting loose a gasp of mock aghast, Temari’s left hand gently pressed itself against her chest, seemingly ready to swoon from the audacity of his remark. “Why, I would never~” While her lips curled up into a smile, the hands that had once been up by her chest sank down, so far down in fact that the very hem of her kimono was raised ever so slightly, offering the tiniest peek at her freshly shaven little slit.

“Oh, of course not. And you just so happened to forget to wear your panties today.” rolling his eyes, the blonde haired shinobi eased his hands down towards his groin, shuddering as the wetness from Temari’s slit had soaked through the front of his pants. Between the moisture of her pussy, and the scorching warmth that seemingly berated the duo for being outside, Naruto himself had not noticed a thing.

The position undoubtedly made it awkward, though luckily for him, Temari caught his distress early enough. With as much effort as she dared to put in, the siren of Suna raised her rear, releasing enough of Naruto’s pants for him to unzip them. Shinobi slacks were nothing if not flexible and easy to undo, though why they had been designed for such ease of use, Naruto did not know. In only a minute after their innate agreement, his slacks were far enough down to let his member spring free; bouncing and throbbing back and forth as the crisp afternoon air warmed him up to the core.

“What if someone sees us?” Naruto asked, more so out of caution than lack of interest. Even as those words escaped through his lips, the Hokage angled his cock downward, pressing the swollen tip of his dick against the entrance to Temari’s womanhood.

“There’s a- ahn~ lull in the guards’ rotation. I’ve been meaning to tell Gaara, though the-” with a soft, audible pop, the very tip of her lover’s dick slid inside of her twat, causing Temari’s breathing to hitch. “Oh fuck… it’s, haah~ almost impossible to attack from here, with Shuka-kuuh~”

For every word his lover spoke, Naruto sank his length deeper inside of her cunt. With one hand firmly placed atop her waist, dragging her down to meet his leisurely gyrated dick, the other arose towards her chest. Her reasoning was sound, and undoubtedly based on actual experience from coming there often, but nonetheless, he refrained from stripping her down completely. No, he would make due with only releasing one of her breasts.

With a sharp tug and a soft, strangled groan from bottoming out inside of her slit, Temari’s kimono top was pulled aside, releasing one of her large, soft breasts to the world with a jiggle. His hand, once used to undo her decency, nearly instantly rose up to grasp his lover by the breast, squeezing down upon it as a baker would their dough.

Seated soundly upon his lap, with one hand wrapped around her waist in the most reassuring way, and with another hand upon her chest, Temari at long last allowed her lips to part ways. A long string of moans, outdrawn and audible, escaped through her gaping lips, spilling out into the world just in time for her lover to thrust his hips up against her nethers.

The position was awkward, but with his hands upon her form, Naruto slowly raised Temari up, dropping her down upon his dick with the weight of the world, all the while kneading and molesting her left tit. Slowly, ever so gently, the two sank deeper into a lull. Naruto, with his stable position, lifted and dropped Temari, effectively using her pussy as the tightest, most sentient toy in existence. Temari however, was not at all as idle as one would have thought.

Seated yoon her lover’s lap, Temari’s rhythmic love exploded. With her hands upon her lover’s shoulders, Temari’s naked rear twerked, twisted and bounced, happily moaning at the top of her lungs as her insides rippled around the intruding member. Her breast, once in the palm of her lover’s hand, jiggled in time with her every thrust, followed by a crescendo of blissful relief.

From where he sat, at the very edge of Sunagakure’s protective wall, Naruto’s eyes went wide. His legs dangled dangerously off of the ledge, peering down upon the precipice of his public downfall. Temari, however, cared little for subtlety.

Audible claps and wet slaps echoed out around the couple’s forms, accompanied by the velvety sound of a woman’s euphoric moans.

Not one to be outdone by the woman atop his lap however, Naruto tightened his grasp upon her waist and thrust his hips upward, slamming the very tip of his dick against the entrance to Temari’s womb. All at once, his lover arched her back, threw her mouth agape, and let loose a silent cry of bliss.

The tightness within her snatch redoubled its grip, clenching down upon his cock with every rhythmic thrust. Her rear, uncovered by the tempo of her pace, jiggled in time with their rut, clapping softly against his clothed thigh. Although, neither Temari nor Naruto cared at that point in time.

With one final outcry of bliss, the ambassador of Sunagakure slammed her hips down to meet the thighs of the man she loved, winding her arms around his neck for safekeeping as she came. Soft, whimpering mewls spilled forth from her lips, exposed to the unbearable elements beyond, half naked, fully immersed in their rut.

However, when she at long last believed herself ready for a second round, Temari’s eyes widened into saucers. Thick, heavy sprays of scalding warmth erupted inside of her slit, cascading down upon her womb in an unstoppable flurry of uncaring attacks. Gush after gush, jet upon jet, the man beneath her screwed his eyes shut as his cock continued to spew forth a load twice the size of any other, dumping his fertile seed directly inside of her unprotected womb.

Their breaths came out as ragged gasps, eyelashes fluttering up and down in time with the euphoric bliss that coursed through their veins. Yet, all at once, when Temari’s eyes rolled up into the back of her head, her body was assaulted anew.

A set of warm, welcoming lips clashed against her own, forcing her deeper down into the blissful release that came whenever they made love. His arms, once fastened upon her waist with a strong enough grip to bruise her tender flesh, arose, ascending up to drape themselves around her quivering back. Only then, enamored and captivated as they were, did the world shift around them. Pulled down to rest upon the sandstone walls that safeguarded Suna, Temari allowed herself the moment to relax, all but melting down into her lover’s embrace, forever enthralled by his care.

Between bated breaths, their kiss broke, followed by a series of slow, tender strokes along the small of her back, as well as a pulsating sensation from between her legs. Only then, after more than a minute, did her lover’s cock subside, maintaining its vigor while relinquishing its attempt to flood Temari’s womb.

“Temari~” His voice, deep and passionate, resounded through her ears. It was not her intent, but the tone alone sent a shiver down the length of her spine, causing her hips to rise and fall atop his groin once more.

It was by no means fast, nor frantic, nor even as rampant as before, but her intent came through nonetheless. Seated upon his thighs, bent forward until their lips could collide, Temari continued her chore from before, mewling and whimpering in time with her fall. Every little inch of his cock scraped up against her quivering walls, rubbing her womanhood in ways that no one, not even herself, had managed before. Her fingers failed, her thighs shook and quivered with her every rise and fall, yet most notable of all, her eyes were forever locked with his; a deep, unbeatable bond that would undoubtedly last the test of time.

“Yeah?” She whispered in response, unwavering in the throes of their passion. Before he could even respond, her lips were upon his once more, though this time, it was her tongue that was in control. The moment his lips parted ways to let their tongues collide, Temari seized control, arching her back as a set of strong hands slid down to caress her rear.

Upon the sandy walls of Sunagakure, beyond the scope of the guards that should have seen the couple long ago, Naruto Uzumaki longingly gazed up into Temari’s eyes, twisting his face in utter bliss as his cock was milked by the baffling tightness that was Temari’s well used twat.

“Will you marry me?” At the pinnacle of the wall, a whirling gale tore her answer away from prying ears, though the wide brimmed smile that crossed Naruto’s lips did not waver.
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