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Chapter
7 – Backfire
Back
at his apartment Naruto mulled over his first meeting with Samui, trying to
figure her out. It seemed like she appreciated honesty – to a point at least –
but if he took it too far he knew he'd be in trouble. No one was hanging out
with her at the bar, and she wasn't looking for anyone either. She just seemed
to be there to relax and have a few drinks. There was a seriousness about her,
which only confirmed what he read in the mission report – although for someone
who just accused another person of mentally undressing them, she was very calm
about it, and didn't slug him right off the bat. She was cool and aloof, but
she had great control of herself.
The
more he thought about it, the more he realized he needed more than just a
mission report and one chance meeting in a bar to form any kind of answer.
The
next day he started his cover at the academy, sitting in on classes to see how
Kumo taught their prospective young shinobi. It felt somewhat nostalgic and for
the first time, he was glad to be assigned to the X-Rank ‘department’ – if you
can call it that. It gave him these kinds of opportunities; to have some fun
and show off his skills to the next generation. And the students seemed to
appreciate his way of making class fun and enjoyable.
His
assistant – Sachi, a low-level chūnin kunoichi in her early twenties with light
brown hair and red eyes – would be around to watch and escort him to and from
his apartment, giving him details on when and where to be the next day. Boring
stuff, really.
When
evening came around, he'd venture out to the bars once again, eventually ending
up at the same one he'd been in the first night. Samui wasn't there, but after
three days she finally walked in. When she saw him, she eyed him curiously.
Naruto noticed, but pretended to not see her as she sat at the same bar stool,
ordered the same drink, and ate from the same basket of potato chips as she did
before. She watched the band play, listening to the music, and every now and
then she'd glance over at him, trying to see if he was looking at her like he'd
done before. He was a little more obvious this time, since he knew she was
going to catch him anyway.
He'd barely touched his food when she walked over to his table.
“I
swear, I swear! I was just admiring your figure!” He joked, feigning innocence.
“I wasn't thinking about you with your clothes off!”
“Funny."
She said dryly, without a hint of humor. “Mind if I sit?”
Naruto
nodded, gesturing to the seat in front of him.
“You’re
from Konoha, here to observe our teaching methods at the academy, correct?”
Naruto blinked in surprise. She'd checked up on him? “Err… yeah. Is that a
problem?”
“No.”
She shook her head. “I thought I recognized your name. It's not exactly common.”
“Yeah…” He didn't feel like telling her he'd been named after a character in
one of Jiraiya's less… pervy novels. “At least I've never come across someone
else with the same name. Your name’s pretty nice, though.”
“I suppose.” She shrugged. The two of them went silent as Samui went back to
watching the band. As he took another bite of his food Naruto realized that
underneath her controlled and composed exterior, she was socially shy.
Maybe.
At least that's the only theory he could come up with.
“So, you must like the music here. This is the second time I've seen you in
this particular bar."
“I guess.” She shrugged again. “It's convenient, since it's close to my
apartment. And it's a lot cleaner than other bars in the village." She
glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. “And you?”
“Well… the view was pretty good the first time I came in here." He sported
a goofy grin. "I was hoping to see it again."
Samui blinked. He obviously meant her. “Really? There wasn't anyone else's…
chest you found interesting?” she asked bluntly, looking away, giving Naruto
the hint that she was actually shy about asking the question.
“Well,
there's lots of them I could look at, but yours was the most interesting by
far," he kidded her. “I thought you'd be flattered."
“Well,
you shouldn’t. You should control yourself better.”
“Why?” He was genuinely curious. “I mean, it’s not like I plan on going wild or
looking for trouble, but where's the fun in being stiff and stern all the
time?”
“A
shinobi needs to be in control of their emotions. At critical moments in battle
it could mean the difference between life and death.” She glared at him and
took another sip of her drink. “Also, it brings respect from your
subordinates."
“Yeah, but you’re not on a mission now,” he countered. “Sometimes a person just
needs to relax and let loose."
“But
when missions come, you have to have your team's respect," she stated
matter-of-factly, "and 'letting loose' during my off-hours would only
undermine my authority as their leader."
"Wow,"
he stated in mock surprise, "that was a pretty stiff answer. But I think I
know what your problem is now."
She
stared at him impassively. "I wasn't aware that I had a problem."
"Yeah,
I get that. My sensei used to say, 'sometimes you need a pair of outside eyes
to get a fresh perspective' and before you ask, the answer is yes…" Naruto
rolled his eyes dramatically. "…he was an egotistical pain in the ass.
Your problem is you think you need to be prepared all the time. You don't know
when to turn it off."
“Is
that a fact?” She frowned, not liking the criticism.
“Just making an observation.” He held up his hands in surrender. "I’m
sorry if I sound critical, but…”
“Yes, you've told me. You have a tendency to say what's on your mind." Her
impassive look softened a bit. "I realize you were just trying to be
honest and not hurtful, and I… apologize for my hard tone.”
"Apology
accepted." Naruto grinned, confusing Samui a little. "And it was nice
to see."
“It… was?!”
He
chuckled a little. “Yeah. It shows you can let go if you want. Didn't it feel
good to do? Just a little bit?"
Samui
opened her mouth to argue, but snapped it shut instead. It's not like she
hadn't overheard people whispering about the exact same thing behind her back.
The only difference was that Naruto had the… courage to say it to her face.
They
didn't talk very much after that. About an hour later Naruto decided to call it
a night since he had to be at the academy early the next morning, but when he
walked in the next night Samui was already there, waiting for him at the same
table.
For
the next week they sat, listening to various bands play as they talked. Well,
Naruto did most of the talking, asking Samui about herself and what life was
like in her village. Her answers were direct and to the point – she didn't give
any more detail or backstory than necessary.
He
did notice however that when he purposely asked some of the more personal
questions she didn't get as angry as she had the first night. They were
becoming more comfortable with each other, but despite that, there was still a
wall around her personality.
It
didn't take long for Naruto to realize she had a stick up her ass bigger than
Hiashi's. If she lived in Konoha, her surname would definitely be Hyūga.
He
needed to push her out of her comfort zone, but how? All they ever did was
talk, the conversations and answers were becoming predictable and even worse,
the mission was constantly percolating in the back of his mind. This was the
first time a woman hadn't wanted him from the get-go, and he had to put some
effort into seducing her. So how long should he wait before trying
something? Pushing for sex was out of
the question, and a one-night stand would serve no one. It wasn't just a matter
of getting her into bed – he needed her to want him.
But how?
It
was during their conversation on the sixteenth night after his arrival in Kumo
that an opportunity finally presented itself. It was a longshot – if it went
wrong, at the very least it would set him back weeks, and at the worst it could
mean the end of his mission – Anko would probably kick his ass for even
thinking of it. But if there was one thing Naruto was known for, it was taking
chances in the face of impossible odds.
The
best thing he had going for the plan was that Samui was a bit tipsy at the
moment. Not drunk, certainly – but definitely looser and more relaxed than he'd
ever seen her.
"So,
you've never just let go?" he asked, prodding for a bit more information
than she'd usually give. "I mean, done anything spontaneous just for fun?
Let your hair down, gone wild and…"
"No,"
Samui said tersely, frowning a little bit. She didn't like Naruto incessantly
pointing out how dull she apparently was.
“Never?
What about pulled a prank?”
“Did
I stutter? No.” She downed the rest of her drink and hiccupped once.
"Bartender! Another round for me and my friend!"
Naruto
smiled and secretly waved the bartender off, cancelling the drinks. Kurama’s
chakra was burning off the alcohol in his system, but Samui wasn’t so lucky.
And she didn’t need any more alcohol if his plan was going to work. He might be
a lot of things, but taking advantage of a woman too drunk to say ‘no’ wasn’t
one of them.
“You
know what? Why don’t we do something wild tonight?”
She
raised her eyebrows in confusion. "Do what?"
“Hmm…”
Naruto paused and tapped his chin thoughtfully for a few seconds, then shook
his head and sat back. “Actually, I take it back. I don’t think you could do
it.”
"What
is it?"
“It
doesn’t matter." He finished off his own drink and shook his head.
"You wouldn't do it anyway.”
“Tell
me,” she demanded adamantly.
“Give
me your word that you’ll try it?”
“Without
knowing? That wouldn't be very smart.”
Naruto
shrugged his shoulders and leaned back in his chair, placing his hands behind
his head. “Then there's no point.”
The
music from the band played in the background. Her eyes glazed over as she
stared at him, not saying a word as she considered his unorthodox request.
Eventually,
she nodded. “Very well. Now tell me.”
He
smiled and slapped some Ryo down on the table to pay the bar tab. “Come on,” he
said, holding out his hand. “We’re gonna go do something wild.”
She
eyed him suspiciously, reluctantly extending her hand. Naruto took it and led
her out of the bar, walking a short distance away.
“Follow
me.”
Naruto
leapt onto the nearest rooftop and slowly ran off towards the west, waiting for
Samui to catch up to him. It only took a few seconds until he caught a glimpse
of her following behind him. Her face was a mixture of curiosity and
frustration.
She
wanted to know what he was up to. And she was ticked that he wouldn’t tell her
from the start.
It
took about ten minutes for them to arrive at their destination. Samui’s eyes
grew wide when she finally realized where they were.
“This…
This is Councilman Saito’s house!” She hissed in panic. “We shouldn’t be here!”
“You’re
right,” Naruto agreed, “we shouldn’t.”
More
specifically, they were at the back of Councilman Saito’s property, where he’d
built a massive, private in-ground swimming pool. The water was heated by a
natural hot spring and the Councilman had obviously spared no expense of
taxpayer money to build the thing – the landscaping and architecture was quite
remarkable. He’d overheard a few of the villagers… talking about it last week in the market.
Naruto
kicked off his shoes and dipped a toe in the water. “Ahhh…” he sighed
contentedly, “…that’s just right.”
“Have
you gone completely insane?!” Her eyes darted between Naruto, the shrubbery
surrounding the pool and the large mansion about three hundred yards off in the
distance. There were lights on in three of the windows. “This guy’s one of the
most powerful men in the village! If he catches us—”
“He
won’t if you keep your voice down.” Naruto unzipped his jacket and threw it on
a nearby chair, then started pulling his shirt over his head.
Samui’s
face flushed but she didn’t look away. “What the hell are you doing?!”
“Take
off your clothes.”
“Excuse
me?” She bristled at the request. “Do you realize what you just asked me to
do?”
“Yup.
Sure do.” He chuckled as he fiddled with the buckle on his pants. “Don’t worry,
we’re not having sex. We’re just doing something out of your comfort zone.”
He
dropped his pants and stood there, naked, arms crossed over his chest. “Well?
C’mon, you gave your word.”
She
bit her lip nervously, but didn’t stop staring at Naruto for one second. His
physique was impressive. The Raikage was larger and more muscular, but Naruto
was more defined – she could tell he took his training seriously.
Samui
slowly removed her clothing, one piece at a time. The blush from her face crept
down her neck and it only took a couple of minutes before she was naked. Her
cheeks – both sets – were a rosy shade of red.
Naruto
had to admit, she looked cute.
“This
is… crazy.” She said, turning to the side, crossing her legs and using her arms
to cover up her breasts.
“Never
said it wasn’t.” He sighed contentedly as he waded into the pool. He swam out
into the deep end and turned to face her, still treading water. “Well?”
“Well
what?”
“You
coming in or not?” he challenged.
Samui
hesitated. Naruto’s soft eyes and friendly, trusting demeanor were making her
feel at bit more at ease, but her heart was still racing as fast as a rabbit.
She was on someone else’s property, without their permission, being invited
into a swimming pool by an attractive man who was just as naked as she was. The
whole thing was so absurd, so twisted, so far out of her normal routine…
…that she was actually
enjoying it a little bit.
She
waded out into the pool, enjoying the feeling of the warm water as it wrapped
around her skin and sank into her pores. She swam out into the deep end,
stopping just a few feet from Naruto and treading water herself.
“How’s
the water feel?” he asked.
Samui
gave him a small smile. "It's actually… very nice." She was staying
afloat pretty easily due to the buoyancy of her breasts.
"Good."
His look turned sly. "Know what a safe word is?"
She
thought about it for a moment. "No," she answered honestly.
"What is it?"
"It's
a word someone uses during certain… situations…" he looked at their
surroundings and then back to her, "to let the other person know they've
gone too far. It's gotta be something random and totally uncommon. That way you
wouldn't say on accident. The safe word brings everything to a screeching halt
and the other person knows to back off."
Samui
eyed him warily. "And I suppose you're asking me what my safe word would
be, right?"
"Uh
huh."
"What's
yours?"
"Turnips,"
he answered quickly. "I hate the things, so I almost never say the word,
except to say I hate them."
Turnips.
Samui didn't know why, but she giggled at the word. "Alright. A word I
very rarely use." Her lips twitched. "And not turnips."
Naruto
gave her a disapproving look.
"How
about velvet?" she asked. "That's definitely not a word I use."
“Velvet.”
Naruto mulled that over and nodded his head. "Okay, that'll work. Remember
– shout it out if you want things to stop.” He took a deep breath and
disappeared under the water.
Samui
wondered what he was up to until suddenly, she wasn’t treading water anymore –
she was sitting on Naruto’s shoulders. She opened her mouth, ready to shout out
her safe word but Naruto’s tongue flicked out, burying itself in her snatch.
She
gasped, her breath catching in her throat as his tongue moved like lighting. He
rotated it around her sensitive nub clockwise, then counterclockwise in tight,
quick circles.
She
opened her mouth, ready to cry out her safe word but the word ‘velvet’ died on
her lips as Naruto flicked his tongue sideways across her clit, making her jump
and flinch every time he hit the sensitive cluster of nerve endings at the
top.
Samui
moaned, then looked around apprehensively. That was a little too loud. She
needed to keep her voice down, but Naruto was making that next to impossible.
Her pussy was on fire, and Naruto was stoking the flame, making her body hotter
than the water with each passing second.
This isn’t me,
she said to herself in denial, her mind at war with her body. I’m a jōnin. A professional. Another
flick of his tongue. Another jolt through her nerves. Another gasp of pleasure.
A team leader. A respected kunoichi of
this village.
He
shoved his tongue inside her again and she bit down on her lower lip to keep
from crying out and being discovered. He was sending waves of pleasure through
her, adding to the thrill of the excitement of being discovered that she was
feeling. She wanted to shout, scream her safe word but Naruto stopped her at
every turn, working over her pussy better than anyone ever had – except for
that woman in Amegakure. She’d been on another level altogether.
“Oh,
Naruto… Naruto…” Samui’s eyes flicked to the house, wondering if anyone heard
her, spotted her. She’d be in deep shit if someone found them. She’d never been
in trouble before, never risked her image of professionalism but now here she
was, trespassing on private property, swimming naked with a man who was eating
her out like it was his last meal.
The
two of them could be spotted at any moment – and it was only exciting her more.
So
why was her mind cringing over what she was doing? Was it because she was
afraid that Naruto might let slip the fact that she could actually let loose?
Was she that much of an introvert? Was she that rigid? That… cold?
Her
thoughts were lost as her body started to twitch and shudder. She knew what was
coming and how close she was. The heat in her face and pussy quickly spread,
the pressure building as she struggled to keep herself quiet – keep herself
under control but she was quickly losing both battles.
“N-Naruto…
I-I’m going to…”
Suddenly
he stopped and splashed back above the surface, coughing and sputtering. Samui
stared at him, her face flushed and chest heaving.
“Why…
Why did you stop?” she gasped in-between labored breaths.
Naruto
smiled weakly. “I… I ran out of air,” he said, sucking in deep gulps of air.
“Can’t hold my breath forever.”
Samui
closed her eyes and nodded. What just happened was fantastic, surreal and
totally unlike her, but Naruto left her on the edge. She was feeling greedy.
She wanted him to… finish what he started, but she didn't need him drowning in
the process.
“You
didn’t finish, did you?” One corner of Naruto’s mouth was turned upwards in a
knowing smirk.
How
did he know exactly what she was thinking? Could he read her mind? “No,” she
muttered, shaking her head, “no I…”
Naruto
chuckled lowly. “Well, let’s see what I can do to fix that.” He took her arm
and swam over to the side of the pool. He placed both of her hands on the edge
and then moved behind her.
“W-What
are you d-doing?” she stammered, eyes wide in panic.
“Relax.
It’s not what you think.” He reassured her. “I don’t go anyplace that I’m not
invited.”
He
placed his hands on the outside of her thighs. “Press these together,” he
breathed into her ear, sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine, “the
harder the better. Keep your legs straight and don’t bend them at any time. And
don’t forget…” he reminded her in a sultry tone of voice, “you can always say
your safe word.”
With
the word “velvet” swirling in her brain, Samui nodded in agreement, waiting to
see what Naruto would do. Oddly enough, she believed his offhand promise not to
have intercourse with her, but that still begged the question, how was he going
to finish her off?
A
second later, she got her answer when Naruto shoved his cock through her thigh
gap, angling it upwards so that it rubbed against her clit. And between the
combination of the pressure of squeezing her legs together, and the fact that
her thigh gap was rather small to begin with, his dick was rubbing hard against
her sensitive nub. He started moving his hips back and forth as fast as he
could in the water, fucking her without actually fucking her.
Samui’s
eyes grew even wider and she gasped. Naruto was sliding against her slit like
he was playing a violin, using his dick as the bow. The vibrations started
there and quickly spread, humming in her bones and along every nerve while his
hips smacked against her ass in a steady rhythm, like a metronome following an
imaginary tune.
She
twitched and shuddered, fighting like hell to keep her posture rigid and her
legs pressed together like he asked, but with every stroke of his dick against
her snatch, every slap of his hips against her ass cheeks, the scales tipped a
little further in his favor, and another small piece of her resolve crumbled.
It
was too much. Too much feeling, too much sensation. Even though she was
floating in water, she was drowning in pleasure.
“More…”
she found herself moaning, gripping the edge of the pool so hard her knuckles
were turning white. “I want more…”
Naruto
obliged, grabbing her hips a bit more firmly and moving faster. Samui
reflexively clamped down on his cock, pressing it harder against her clit as
the water around them started to churn and splash, like a shark in a feeding
frenzy.
In
the corner of his mind, Naruto was actually quite proud of himself for thinking
of this idea on the fly. Anko certainly never mentioned it, and he’d never done
it with any of the women he’d been with so far. And it seemed like a good
compromise for someone like Samui, who didn't seem interested in having full-on
sex with him yet.
Plus,
moving this fast in water wasn’t easy. His abs were definitely getting a good
workout. Nothing like mixing training and
sex at the same time. Now, if he could only throw ramen into the mix, then…
An
image of Ino, her cleavage filled with hot and spicy pork ramen, flashed into
his mind for a moment before he quickly pushed it aside.
Samui’s
breasts bobbed and swayed in the water with every smack of Naruto’s hips
against her ass, as he lunged forward again and again. The head of his cock was
rolling mercilessly over her clit, while his shaft glided over her snatch from
top to bottom. The area between her legs was soaking wet, and not from the
water. Her gasps grew louder, more needy and desperate, and she opened her
mouth wider to take bigger gulps of breath as the blood rushed to her head.
Stars
floated in front of her eyes, her chest flushed and her body began to tremble.
The sensations radiated throughout her body and a moment later, her vision went
white as the orgasm hit her like a sledgehammer.
A
scream of ecstasy tore from her lips, but only for a second or two until Naruto
clamped a hand across her mouth, muffling the sound as he continued fucking her
thigh gap, making her ass take the brunt of it as he slammed his hips into her
again and again, drawing her orgasm out…
There
were two reasons for this. First, he wanted to make sure he did a good job for
Samui.
"First impressions
are key when it comes to sex,"
Anko had drilled into his head from the very beginning. "Put on a good performance and you'll be invited back for more.
And don't forget – word of mouth means everything when it comes to future
X-Rank missions."
He
also had his pride. He didn't half-ass his training, and he wasn't going to
half-ass sex with whatever woman he happened to be with.
The
second, and almost as important reason, is that he wanted to finish off as
well. He'd been getting close, holding off until he was sure Samui orgasmed
first, but now that she was screaming into his palm, he could…
A
light clicked on in the mansion, then another, and then he heard movement off
in the distance – shouts of alarm and doors being thrown open, as Councilman Saito's
guards came rushing towards their location.
Fuck,
Naruto silently cursed himself. He hadn't been fast enough in covering her
mouth, and someone heard her screaming. And worse, even though he was close to
his own orgasm, he wouldn't be able to finish.
Damn it, I'm gonna have
a serious case of blue balls in the morning.
"Time to go," he said, getting out of the pool and pulling her along
with him.
"W-What?"
she gasped. Her legs were shaking and she blinked a few times, trying to get
the world to stop spinning around her.
"They
heard us." Naruto pointed towards the house as he scrambled around the
patio. “Hurry up and grab your clothes. We’ve got about thirty seconds before
we get caught.”
That
was enough to get her moving. Unfortunately, her legs didn’t cooperate. She
took one step and her shaking legs gave out from underneath her. She collapsed
to the ground, still breathing heavily.
Naruto
rolled his eyes and sighed. Apparently, he’d done a better job than he’d
thought. He quickly crossed his fingers and a shadow clone popped into
existence.
“Here,”
he said, tossing the clone his shirt and pants that he’d already picked up,
“grab the rest and make it quick.” He scooped Samui up into his arms. “I’ll
carry her.”
“You got it, boss!” The clone saluted, then
began scurrying around.
“P-Put
me down,” Samui instructed him, squirming to get out of his arms. “I don’t
need…”
“Yes,
you do," he interrupted her gently. "It's either this, or risk
getting caught since you can't even walk." He sported a goofy grin and
wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "And you're welcome for that, by the
way."
She
opened her mouth to protest, but then wisely snapped it shut, looking away in
embarrassment. It galled her to admit it, but he was right. Samui put her arms
around his neck, blushing at the feeling of his muscular, naked body pressed up
against hers.
The
clone ran up next to them. His arms were filled with clothes. “All set, boss.”
Naruto
nodded. “Then let’s go.”
A
second later, they vanished.
.
.
.
“You
found nothing?”
“Not…
exactly, sir.” The guard – a large man, about six feet tall with thick
shoulders and what looked like no neck, shook his head. “We didn’t find no
people. But we did find this,” he said, extending his hand.
Councilman
Saito took the garment aSnd examined it. They appeared to be a pair of ladies
panties – yellow hip huggers without any lace. There was a scent coming off
them he couldn’t quite place…
“There
was nothing broken or stolen?”
“No,
sir.” The guard shook his head again. “We was just about to take those
underwear to the ANBU and make a report.”
“Then
I shall do so in the morning.” The councilman waved his hand dismissively. “You
may go.”
“But
sir, I…”
“Yahiko…”
Saito placed his hands behind his back and stared impassively at the guard. “If
nothing was damaged or stolen, then there is no cause for immediate alarm. I
will not bother the ANBU at this hour for something so trivial, when I can
simply wait until tomorrow. I may be a councilman, but I am not heartless.”
Yahiko
didn’t buy that explanation at all, but the first rule of being a bodyguard was
never, ever question your employer. And if it meant he’d have to do less work,
then he was all for it. He bowed and left the room, closing the door behind
him.
Saito
smiled as the latch clicked, leaving him alone in his study. He brought the
panties up to his nose and sniffed, loudly and deeply. The scent invaded his
nose… it was a mixture of crotch sweat and perfume – that new one imported from
Kirigakure, called Obsessive.
He
sighed contentedly as he caressed his cheek with the panties a few times,
deciding he didn’t need to report the incident. He’d stay quiet instead, and
keep the panties as his prize.
.
.
.
“Alright.
This should be far enough.”
Naruto
touched down softly on the rooftop of an apartment complex, still carrying
Samui in his arms. Both of them were still naked and dripping wet. His clone, who
was just as naked as he was, landed a second later and dropped the pile of
clothes he was carrying. He saluted Naruto, winked at Samui, then disappeared
in a cloud of smoke.
“Can
you stand on your own?” He couldn’t resist poking fun at her a little bit.
Samui
punched him in the shoulder. “Just shut up and put me down,” she said gruffly.
He
chuckled, setting her down on her feet. He made sure she was okay before
walking over and sifting through the pile of clothes, picking out everything
that belonged solely to him and putting them on one by one.
Curiosity
got the better of her after several seconds of watching him. “Why do you still
have that?” she asked, pointing towards the erection he still had.
Naruto
pulled his shirt on over his head. “Well, we kinda got interrupted before I had
a chance to finish.” He smirked. “One of us was making too much noise and
alerted the guards.”
“So
you’re saying this is all my fault?”
Naruto
held up his hands in mock surrender. “Sorry, sorry,” he apologized. “I guess
we’re both at fault. Maybe me a little bit more than you. After all, I am the one who took you to that pool in
the first place.” He put on his underwear and pants, then handed her the
remaining pile of clothes and waited.
She
cocked and eyebrow at him. “I prefer not having an audience while I get
dressed.”
He
rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Oh, um… okay.” He gave her a warm,
lopsided smile. “This was… fun. We should do this again.” He blushed a bit,
realizing what he just said. “Something fun, I mean,” he explained. “Not
necessarily this.”
Samui
stared impassively at him. “Perhaps.”
“Then,
maybe I’ll see you at the bar tomorrow night?”
She
hesitated a bit before answering. “Maybe.”
"Well,
I’ll buy the first round if I do. See ya!" Naruto waved and then jumped
off the rooftop, disappearing into the night. Samui watched him go, random
thoughts swirling around in her head until a cool breeze wafted over the roof,
causing her to shiver, reminding her that she still needed to get dressed.
What the…
she exclaimed to herself, rifling through the pile of clothes, the bra is here, but where the hell are my
panties?
.
.
.
About
half past midnight, Samui walked through the door of her apartment. From the
rooftop where they landed, she could’ve been home in less than ten minutes, but
she decided to take the long way. She’d hoped the peace and quiet of the night
would help calm and clear her mind.
In
the end, it didn’t do one fucking bit of good. All it did was waste her time.
She
closed the door rather loudly and stomped into her bedroom, quickly pulling her
clothes off and throwing them in a nearby hamper. She needed a shower, to get
the grit of chlorine out of her hair and off of her body.
It didn’t make any
sense, she railed silently to herself. Nothing she did tonight made any sense!
Samui
entered the shower and turned the water on, purposely making the water colder
than she normally would. She stood there, eyes closed as the water ran over her
head and down her back, slipping beneath her breasts and into her most intimate
places, before trailing down her legs and into the drain.
The
cold didn’t help. Her thoughts were still racing, trying to come up with a
reason – any reason – to justify what she did tonight.
Did I drink too much at
the bar? Was I drunk when we left? No, she was
slightly tipsy but nowhere near her judgment being impaired. Can’t blame it on the booze, then.
She
turned the water off and roughly began to towel herself dry.
Am I desperate?
Maybe. It wasn’t like men were beating down her door, begging for dates. But
then again, she wasn’t exactly easy to approach. Naruto said so, not spitefully
but matter-of-factly, and she really couldn’t argue against it. So I like keeping things on a professional
level… so what?
Samui
walked back into her bedroom and pulled her nightgown over her head. She threw
herself onto the bed, not bothering to brush her hair and stared at absently at
the ceiling.
Am I attracted to
Naruto? She mulled that one over. In a
roundabout way, she guessed so. Not in the romantic sense, but she enjoyed
looking at his body. She’d always had a definite appreciation for men who took
their training seriously. Those blue
eyes, though… they’re hypnotizing…
Samui
tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable. She was sweltering, so she threw
off the sheets and opened the window up… but then it was too cold. She yanked
the bedspread up to her shoulders and rolled onto her side, hugging one of her
pillows close for comfort… but then the mattress was too soft. She punched the
pillow under her head over and over again, before finally throwing it against the
far wall in frustration.
She
huffed and looked at the clock. It was two-thirty in the morning. Screw it. I'm through trying. It's not gonna
do me any good lying here and staring at the ceiling.
She
threw on a clean set of clothes and left her apartment, deciding to wander the
streets again, since she didn't have any better ideas. The small amount of night
life she heard earlier was gone, and now her village was truly silent. Even the
crickets and the drunks seemed to be sleeping at the moment.
Sleeping…
What
was it? What was it keeping her awake? What was the one thing she hadn't
thought of already that was eating at her? Her mind wandered, replaying everything
that went on from the moment her feet touched down on Councilman Saito's
estate…
…about
her apprehensiveness, being on private property without permission, knowing her
record and reputation would take a serious hit if she was caught…
…about
how shocked she was when Naruto took off his clothes and she didn't turn away,
even for a second…
…about
the thrill that ran through her body when she agreed to the same thing and
joined him in the pool…
…about
how liberating it felt when Naruto dove under the water and shoved his tongue
between her legs, making the nerves in her body tingle…
Liberating…
She'd
enjoyed it. An icy calm washed over her as the realization finally hit her. She
was pissed off because she actually enjoyed it.
Maybe that was the
problem.
His
silver tongue had talked her into doing things she never would've considered
before. True, he hadn't forced her to do anything – he didn't blackmail or
threaten her – she could've said no to anything at any time. She could've used
her safe word from the get-go.
…but she didn't.
She'd
enjoyed it. God, how she'd enjoyed it.
He'd kept his promise, didn't enter her and yet despite that, she felt like she'd
just finished an all-out training session with Killer B.
So
then, logically the next question had to be – did Naruto enjoy it?
And
the more she thought about it, the more she realized she really didn't know. He
said he had fun, but that wasn't necessarily the same thing. She had one mind
shattering orgasm and almost had another, but… Naruto never did. He said it
himself – they were interrupted before he had a chance to finish. Hell, he'd
even gone so far as to stop, pull her out of the pool, gather their clothes up and
carry her out of there.
He'd
given her mind blowing pleasure, and gotten nothing in return. He’d never
demanded, or even so much as hinted that she give him as good as he gave her.
At the end, he could have abandoned her and saved his own ass, but he didn’t. She’d
had… fun.
And
she'd never thanked him for any of it. Not
once.
She
was sure Naruto hadn’t done it on purpose, but no matter how you looked at it, tonight
was skewed heavily in her favor.
She was in his debt. She
owed him.
Samui
growled softly. If there was one thing she hated, it was being in debt. She
didn't care how big or small – it could be the Daimyo, the Raikage or even some
random shop owner in the village – just the fact that she owed someone anything
more than lunch or a casual favor gnawed at her like a rabid wolf.
As
the sun rose over Kumo, the flames reflected in her eyes, burning with a fierce
determination. Samui vowed to herself that at the earliest possible
opportunity, she and Naruto would be even.
.
.
.
Knock, knock.
Naruto
rubbed the bags under his eyes and groaned. Between teaching at the academy,
training on his own, waiting at the bar for Samui, then the whole thing at the
pool, yesterday had been a very long and exhausting day.
Normally,
after pulling an all-nighter on an X-Rank mission, he just slept in for a few
hours the next day. Unfortunately, he didn’t have that luxury here in Kumo,
since he was expected to be at the academy first thing in the morning. He’d
gotten back to his apartment shortly after midnight and dragged himself into
the bathroom, taking an ice cold shower in the hopes of getting rid of the rock
hard, and slightly painful erection he still had.
Usually
that worked. This time, it didn’t. His dick was still pointing due north, like the
needle on a compass.
He'd
briefly thought of jerking off to relieve the pressure and help him relax, but
in the end he decided against it. He didn't do that too often anyway and
besides, he was so exhausted last night he fell asleep before he could muster
the brain power to masturbate.
Despite
how tired he was, it hadn't translated into a good night’s sleep – most of the
time he tossed and turned. He was thankful the erection was gone by the time he
woke up the next morning, since it would’ve made today awkward in so many ways.
So
he grabbed his cup of coffee and opened the door, reluctant yet ready to start
the day. He figured he’d wait for Sachi outside, where he could just relax and
soak up the warmth of the sun.
However,
someone was already waiting for him on the other side of the door.
"…Samui?"
And
for some reason, she didn't look happy.
"Um,
what…” He angled his head outside the door, getting a good look around, “what
are you doing here?"
She
ignored his question. "Are you expecting someone?"
"Uh,
yeah. That girl the Raikage assigned to guide me around Kumo while I'm here.
I've gotta be at the academy thirty minutes before classes start to go over the
lesson plan for the day.”
Samui
narrowed her eyes at him. "How long will you be there?"
Naruto
felt an icy chill run up the back of his neck. It seemed like she was grilling
him for information, and it was making him nervous, especially after how last
night ended.
"Well,
we're supposed to do sparring sessions today, so I think around four o'clock or
so. Why?"
Samui
thought about that for a few seconds. "No," she said, shaking her
head, "no that's unacceptable."
"Huh?"
She
placed a hand on his chest and firmly pushed him back into the apartment.
"That's far too long of a wait," she said, closing the door behind
her. "I need to repay my debt to you now."
He
blinked in confusion. "What do you mean? What debt?" Ino said something
similar to him they day before he left for Kumo. What the hell was going on
with these women?
"Despite
how things turned out, I found last night to be… fun," Samui looked away,
her cheeks turning a light shade of pink, "as well as pleasurable."
He
eyed her warily. "Umm… you're welcome?" She could have thanked him
anytime – so why now? Where was she going with this?
"However,
you made mention that while I… finished,
you did not," she said pointedly.
"That
wasn't meant as a guilt trip, Samui. You asked me a question, and I was just…"
"Nevertheless,
it puts me in your debt," she interrupted him, fixing him with a steely
gaze, her eyes boring into his, "and I will not allow that to happen.
Especially for something like this."
He
opened his mouth to protest, but never got the chance. Samui shoved him and he
fell backwards onto the coffee table with enough force to break it in two. He
grabbed his head and groaned, then became alarmed when Samui started fumbling with
his pants.
“W-What
the hell are you doing?!”
"What
does it look like?"
Naruto
tried stopping her, but the grip Samui had on his pants was like steel, and she
wasn't letting go.
"My
liason is gonna be here any minute!"
She
pulled his pants down, exposing his cock, which was at half-mast at best. “Then
we have to hurry.” She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and jerked it
awkwardly a few times.
He
winced. “Are you still mad about last night?”
Her
eyes shot up to meet his. “What makes you say that?”
"You’re
being a little rough with your hands," he said hesitantly, not knowing how
she'd take it, “and that’s a sensitive part of my body, so…”
Her
look softened. "Sorry," she apologized. Samui started again, making
sure this time to be more gentle.
Naruto
closed his eyes and tried to concentrate. The quicker she – or he, depending on
how you looked at it – finished, the sooner things could go back to normal. Or
at least what counted as normal for this situation. More importantly, he needed
to avoid getting caught at all costs. Tsunade told him anything he said or did
while in Kumo directly reflected on Konoha, so before he left, she warned him
what the consequences would be if he screwed up.
"I'll put you on
bedpan duty in the hospital for three solid months. In the elderly ward, every
morning, right after they've served prune juice for breakfast. Then in the
afternoon you’ll be giving those same people sponge baths. And that's just for
starters."
He
shuddered. The mental images alone were enough to keep him on the straight and
narrow.
So
right now, priority one was to avoid being caught getting a blow job and
finishing before Sachi showed up at his apartment to get him to the academy on
time, which was his cover for being in Kumo in the first place!
During
all of this, Samui watched him. She frowned when his expression didn't change.
His dick was hard but his breathing stayed steady and even, like he was trying
to take a nap.
"Is
there a problem?"
His
eyes snapped open. "Huh?"
"You
don't seem very excited about the hand job I'm giving you."
She
was right. Yeah, his body was reacting like it should, but all he could think
about was how much better most of the other women he'd slept with were at this.
Naruto
gulped nervously. "Sometimes it takes me a little bit for me to get there…"
Samui
frowned. "You didn't have any problem last night."
Alarm
bells went off in his head. No way in hell he was gonna tell her the reason for
his 'performance' issues was because he was comparing her technique to other
women.
"That's
not it at all! It's just that… like I said, my liason is gonna be here any
minute and…"
Knock, knock.
"Naruto-sama?" A female voice called from outside his door. "Are
you ready to go?"
Samui
slapped a hand over his mouth. "Shhh…" Her eyes darted between Naruto
and the front door. "Don't make a sound. She'll leave if she thinks the
apartment is empty."
"Naruto-sama?"
The knob on the front door jiggled and then turned. "Are you in
here?"
Samui
silently cursed not only her back luck, but also her stupidity. How the hell could
she forget something as simple as locking the door? Not to mention the timing
was horrible. Even worse, she didn't want to leave now that she started.
Her
heart raced. If she didn't act fast, she knew she'd get caught and with the way
gossip spread in Kumo it wouldn't be long before everyone knew about it,
including Killer B. Then he'd make one of those stupid rap songs about it and…
She
grabbed the front of his shirt and hauled him to his feet, dragging him down
the hall and into the bedroom, closing the door quickly behind her. Her chest
was flushed and there were butterflies in her stomach. She didn't know if it
was the horror of the whole thing being 'immortalized' in one of Killer B's
songs, or the adrenaline rushing through her system over the fear of being
caught in a compromising position, but she was actually getting excited by the
gamble she was taking…
Samui
fixed him with a piercing stare as she pressed his back against the door. "Tell
her to wait for you in the living room," she whispered. "You can
leave once I'm finished. Or more specifically, you are."
The
hair on the back of his neck stood on end. This entire mission was starting to
backfire… or was it? After all, this was what he came here for in the first
place but damn, why'd she have to go all psycho first thing in the morning? Why
couldn't it have been later, when he wasn't pressed for time and expecting
visitors?
For
the moment he had to go along with her demands.
"Sachi,
I'm… running a bit late. Can you wait for me in the living room? I'll be out as
soon as I can…"
Naruto
didn't have an extensive sexual history, but he could honestly say he was never
more turned off in his entire life. And that included that one time in Iwa when
that grandmother eyed him like a prime cut of beef.
Samui
pushed him onto the bed, where he ended up basically in the same position he'd
landed in the living room…
"Naruto-sama?"
"Uhh,
yeah Sachi?"
"Why
is your coffee table broken?"
Naruto
sweatdropped as Samui glared at him, daring him to answer that question the
wrong way.
"Er,
I came home drunk last night and sorta… fell on it. Sorry." Naruto paused
and held his breath, hoping she'd believe him.
"I
see. Then I will have someone come by later today and replace it while you are
at the academy."
Naruto
breathed a sigh of relief. He opened his mouth to say thanks, but a frightened
squeak came out instead when Samui grabbed his cock again. She moved her hand
up and down, stroking it, trying to get him harder but the skin on her hands
wasn't very soft.
Naruto
laid his head back and closed his eyes, trying to relax and enjoy it. He idly
wondered why she didn't use any lotion, since he thought it was kinda like a
prerequisite that women used the stuff, along with nail polish and scented body
wash.
You know, Naruto, Ino's
voice echoed in his head, I
use lotion…
His
eyes snapped open. What was that? It sounded like Ino's voice, but it couldn't
have been her. Samui was the only other person in the room with him and how the
hell would she know what he was thinking about?
"Did
you say something?" he asked Samui.
"I
said, 'how's this motion?' I want to make sure you're enjoying it."
"Oh.
Uh, yeah. It's fine."
Samui
jerked him off a few more times, then apparently decided to change tactics. She
bent down and began licking his cock, moving over the top and around the shaft
with slow, broad strokes of her tongue.
Naruto
stared at her quizzically. Her technique was… well, different would be the
nicest way to put it. It almost felt like she was licking an ice cream cone to
keep the part that was melting from running down the sides.
Not nearly as good as
me, though… An image of Ino from the day
before he left for Kumo popped into his head. The scenes were eerily similar – except
for the fact Ino had been far more seductive, her eyes were staring at him like
a predator eyeing her next kill, and she was smearing ramen all over her tits
again.
Would you like a second
helping, Naruto?
He
pushed the image out of his head. Quit
messing with my head, Kurama!
The
fox chuckled dryly. What makes you think it's me?
Are you kidding?
Because you’ve done it before! And this
whole thing is way too weird to just be a coincidence!
Kurama
snorted. Well, ‘messing with your head’ as you call it is certainly fun. And
I’ll agree that I enjoy doing so at inopportune times, but in this instance I’m
nothing more than an innocent bystander. I’m not sure why it’s happening, but this
is simply your subconscious playing tricks on you.
Naruto
sulked a bit, but reluctantly had to concede the point. Kurama had no reason to
lie to him – on the contrary, the fox actually preferred rubbing his nose in
the truth whenever he did mess with
him. But then why was he hallucinating in the first place?
He hadn’t had anything
to eat, so it couldn’t be food poisoning.
He’d only had one cup
of coffee, so it couldn’t be caffeine overdose.
He
couldn’t even blame it on lack of sleep, since there were times in the past
when he’d gone far longer on less rest, and there weren't any problems then.
Naruto
had a nagging feeling that something was wrong. He snapped back to reality and
noticed Samui was watching him, probably wondering why he hadn't even so much
as twitched since she’d pushed him onto the bed.
Why
don't you try telling her the truth?
Kurama sniggered. I'm sure she'd love to hear that you were having a conversation with me
rather than paying attention to what she was doing.
As if.
He might be stupid at times, but he wasn’t suicidal. Fighting Shukaku again
would be the less dangerous option.
Apparently,
the gods were smiling on him because instead of interrogating him, Samui
decided to switch tactics and positioned the head of his cock at her lips. She opened
her mouth and swallowed him, taking as much as she could down her throat.
She
didn’t get very far, though. She only got halfway down the shaft before she
gagged.
"Naruto-sama?"
Sachi called out from the living room. "Is something wrong?"
"I-I'm
fine!" he called out before lowering his voice and asking Samui, "Are
you all right?"
"Yes."
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "It's just been awhile
since I've done something like this. I'm a little out of practice. I should be
fine after an hour or so."
"An
hour?!" Naruto said, a bit louder than he probably should have, as he
grabbed the waist of his pants and tried to pull them up. "There's no way
I can stay that long! I gotta leave!"
Samui's
gaze hardened. "You're not going anywhere," she said flatly, tightening
her grip on his cock, "at least, not until we're finished here."
He
winced from the amount of force she was using. Either she didn't care, or
didn't know how just how sensitive that part of a man was. "You're gonna
make me late!"
"This
wouldn't be a problem if you'd just accepted my seductive advances from the
beginning. We'd be much further along by now."
Exactly what seductive
advances is she talking about? Naruto decided
it was time for drastic measures. He crossed his fingers and three shadow
clones popped into existence. Two of them stepped forward and grabbed Samui's
arms.
"Sorry,"
he apologized, as the third clone pried her fingers off of his cock, "but
I don't have time to debate this. If I don't leave now, Sachi's gonna get suspicious
and come in here." The clones pulled her off of him and he scrambled to
his feet. He yanked his pants up and quickly tried to secure his belt.
Samui
ground her teeth in frustration. He's getting
away. It might be days before I see him again. I’ll have this debt hovering
over my head the entire time…
A
low growl escaped her throat and she shook herself free, throwing two quick
punches at the clones, popping them out of existence. Naruto's eyes opened wide
in fear and he darted towards the door just as Samui lunged for him. He tried
dancing out of her reach but she still managed to latch onto the bottom of his
shirt.
"I
can't stay!" he pleaded.
"You
can and you will." She yanked hard on his shirt, trying to pull him closer
but it just ripped instead.
"Are
you insane?"
She
yanked on his shirt again, ripping it even further. "I prefer persistent."
"I
can't show up at the academy naked!" he practically shouted.
"Really?"
Samui leered at him. "Then I guess that means you'll have to stay here
with me."
Naruto
gulped. He moved slowly, keeping Samui as far away from him as possible. She narrowed
her eyes and launched herself at him, stretching out her arm to try and grab
him again. He danced and sidestepped, doing his level best to keep himself out
of her reach. She missed, but quickly started chasing him around the room.
What the hell do I do?
He somersaulted over her head and landed on the wall, using chakra to stick to
it like a spider. Anko never trained me
for something like this! Well, she
kinda did, but it usually ended with tying me up and watching her get off by
shoving dildos up her ass. I’m pretty sure that’s not gonna happen here.
Samui
jumped at him but at the last second he pushed off, somersaulting again and
landing on the far side of the bed, planning to keep it between the two of
them, but his pursuer was far too determined. She launched herself across the
bed, making Naruto twist his body at the last second so that Samui hit the
nightstand instead. The lamp on it tumbled over the side and crashed onto the
floor, smashing into several pieces.
Naruto
tripped and landed on his hands and knees. He quickly scrambled for the closest
exit, which happened to be the window, but he only made it a few feet before
Samui grabbed him by the belt of his pants and flung him back onto the bed.
This is not happening
this not happening this is not happening…
Naruto repeated the mantra over and over again in his head as he clutched at
the bedspread, trying to gain any kind of handhold for leverage but it didn’t
make a lick of difference. The only thing that happened was the bedspread came
with him when Samui dragged him off the bed.
The
loud ripping sound that followed told Naruto that his pants were now in the
same state as his shirt. The odds of him getting out of this situation without
injury or embarrassment were dwindling rapidly, but as he sailed backwards
through the air, an idea born from sheer desperation flashed through his head.
As
his ass hit the floor, Naruto flung the bedspread at Samui, wrapping her up in
the fabric and catching her completely off guard, which gave him a slight, ever
so slim opportunity to escape.
Naruto
silently thanked Kami as he sprinted across the room and out the door, slamming
it behind him. He skidded to a stop in front of Sachi, chest heaving as he
scrambled to pull up what was left of his pants. The neck and one sleeve of his
shirt were still intact, but the rest was literally hanging by a thread.
Sachi
blushed as she stared at him. Her eyebrows rose in appreciation at his bare
chest and toned physique.
"Umm,
Naruto-sama… why do you look like that?" She pointed a finger at the
tattered remains of his outfit. "And who were you arguing with?"
Naruto
fidgeted. "You heard?"
She
nodded. "It was hard not to. You got progressively louder as time went on,
but I couldn't hear anyone else – especially over the sound of breaking
furniture."
He
used one hand to rub the back of his neck sheepishly. "Oh, uh… just having
a little disagreement with Kurama."
Leave
me out of this.
Gimme a break, furball.
I need a halfway decent excuse and right now, you're the only thing I can think
of.
Lovely,
Kurama groused. And here it thought you'd finally grown a spine when dealing with the
females of your species. Mocking laughter filled Naruto's head. My mistake.
I'd call you pathetic, but I think that's far too generous.
"Naruto-sama?"
Sachi's voice snapped him out of his funk. "Who's Kurama?"
"Sorry,"
he apologized. "Kurama is the Kyubi's real name." His eyes glossed
over how pathetic his outfit looked. "Sometimes our arguments are more…
literal than figurative. Any furniture that gets in the way becomes an
unfortunate casualty. Listen, do you think we can stop at a clothing store on
the way to the academy?"
"Really?"
She ignored his question and blinked a few times in surprise. "I didn't
know that. Then you're a jinchuuriki, just like Bee-sama?"
"Um,
yeah. Is that a problem?"
"No."
She smiled suggestively at him. "But I'll bet it means you've got lots of
stamina."
Naruto's
mouth suddenly went dry.
Sachi
moved closer. "Can you think of any way we could… test that theory
out?" she asked, idly caressing his bare chest with her index finger.
The
two of them were interrupted by a loud crash coming from the bedroom.
Sachi's
head whipped around. "What was that?"
"Nothing!"
He blurted out. He took advantage of the distraction to put some space between
them. "Probably just the wind."
"The
wind?" She narrowed her eyes skeptically. "Why would it be the
wind?"
"I
left the window open when I ran out of the room." He shrugged, trying to
seem as casual as possible. "I'll bet a strong gust came in and blew over
a lamp or something."
Sachi
stared out the living room window. "The air outside seems very dead right
now. I don't see or hear…"
"Yup!
Just the wind!" he exclaimed, cutting her off before she could go any further.
"That's a real thing! Tooooootally believable theory!" He wasn't a
very good liar, especially under pressure. Changing the subject as quick as
possible was his best, and maybe his only
option at this point. "We should get going anyway," he said, inching
towards the door, "since we're already running late. Besides, we still
need to stop at a store along the way."
Sachi
forgot what she was going to say and brightened up instantly. "That's
right," she almost purred, "you need a new set of clothes." Her
hand shot out lightning fast and grabbed the waistline of what was left of his
pants. "I know a place a few blocks from here that has private dressing
rooms where you can model a few outfits for me."
As
Sachi dragged him out of his apartment and closed the door behind them, Naruto wondered
how he was going to explain this to the instructors at the academy – whenever the
hell he finally got there.
There
was no question in mind that he'd have to lie about the entire thing.
Because
he knew for a fact no matter how outlandish of a story he made up, it'd still be
far more believable than the truth.