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”Kakashi was sent to the southern border three months ago. We had received numerous reports of disturbances ranging along the coastline towards the land of Earth. They ranged from supernatural occurrences- like possessions, bouts of confusion and memory loss, supposed ghost sightings- as well as things like theft, murder, and missing people. Kakashi was sent to investigate, tracing the first disturbance, moving west to east.
”For two months, he checked in with me on time, sending a letter, or Pakkun, to deliver information. This past month, he failed to check in. I want you to investigate if he’s gotten himself into trouble or not. You’re the closest person in the area, and if he has gotten in over his head somehow… Well, your mission is to find him and bring him home. Someone has to take over the hokage position when I finally retire, like I deserve, and we both know Naruto isn’t ready yet. Keep in touch.”
Tsunade had sent him that letter a month ago, which now means Kakashi has been missing for over two months. Sasuke hates to admit it, but as time stretches on with no sight of the missing man, a quiet anxiety has begun to settle in his bones. Sasuke was reluctant to admit how much Kakashi meant to him, and besides that, it was unnerving to think of such a strong and unflappable man in trouble.
Unfortunately, Kakashi is good at his job. Sasuke has spent the past month attempting to retrace his steps with the additional information Tsunade had given him, following the trail of disturbances Kakashi himself had investigated. Kakashi had kept himself in disguise- after all, he was quite recognizable as the infamous Copy Ninja, and now the hokage to be, once he stops slacking and formally accepts the position. Tsunade had sworn to run him ragged with missions until he finally gave in, and this was supposed to be one of them.
But Kakashi had seemingly disappeared without a trace. Only one man reported seeing a person with gray hair roaming about, and Sasuke still wasn’t certain if the old man wasn’t talking about Kabuto during the fourth war. Kakashi had disguised himself too well, unfortunately, and seemed to either be continuing his disguise, or was kept hidden from the public eye.
Sasuke followed the trail, having just visited the last location Tsunade confirmed Kakashi had been at. It was a bust, the locals not particularly friendly to strangers, and Sasuke could admit he was a bit gruff and unfriendly. Tsunade and Naruto had hoped that his willingness to take long term missions, and keep his distance from the village, meant that he could upkeep the information network Jiraiya had before he died, and Sasuke could admit he was still working on the charisma part of spying. It was easier with women, who seemed to find him attractive, but men were more likely to shut him down, ignore him, or attempt to provoke a fight. With half the population disinterested in him, it made information gathering difficult.
Sasuke was learning to open people up, difficult as it was. But despite the new skills he was developing, he was still unable to get information regarding Kakashi’s last visit to the village. Annoyed, Sasuke left the village, continuing the pattern along the eastern border, and investigated another nearby town, wondering if Kakashi managed to move farther than Tsunade had tracked him before he disappeared. These people were friendlier, but knew little about Kakashi.
Strange disturbances were reported, however. People reported missing memories, hours to days, and there had been a couple of arrests where the perpetrators reported not remembering doing the crime. Theft was mainly discussed, though there was one case of a violent assault. Kakashi’s reports suspected a mind manipulating jutsu was involved- genjutsu wasn’t out of the question, but it was a much more difficult skill than a one size fits all jutsu, rather than a skill that required manipulating other people’s chakra. It seemed as though someone was brainwashing others into minor acts of crime or violence, with the pattern painting a picture of greed, searching for money.
Sasuke leaves the village and continues east again. A similar report was given, and it isn’t until he hits the fourth village that people deny having any strange incidents over the past month or so. This likely meant Kakashi had caught the person involved, or been caught by the person, at the last village. Still, he traveled to one more town over, just in case, investigating the police reports filed away, the current wanted posters, and the local jail population.
The only inn was also a poorly concealed brothel. Sasuke tried not to involve his sharingan when he could, and it was true that whorehouses had a wealth of information. Men often believed women, especially whores, were too stupid and incompetent to understand what they were speaking of, and if you’re friendly and play your cards right, it’s quite easy to get the women to share the information they had gathered with little prodding. Sasuke assumed Jiraiya had simply been a pervert when Tsunade and Naruto confirmed his usual habits, but reluctantly agreed his methods produced results (he was, however, still a massive pervert).
“Staying just one night?”
“Yes. I already did trade in this village, so it’s time to move north.” Sasuke was gallivanting as a merchant, not wanting to tip off the suspect that a shinobi was investigating them, or Kakashi’s disappearance. Sasuke himself was a recognizable figure besides, as a previous rogue ninja involved with multiple terrorists, and eventually as a helping hand in the fourth war. It would be difficult to collect information as a shinobi, let alone as Sasuke. “The colder weather as of late has been helping me sell quite a bit of wool lately. I hear it’s even colder up north.”
“Oh?” The mention of good money has the man’s attention, just like Sasuke knew it would. “You know, a handsome man like you seems like someone who would appreciate some good company for the night.” His eyes were tracing across Sasuke with a look that said he was certainly hoping to make a few extra ryos off him.
Sasuke disliked this part of intelligence gathering; the women were tolerable, but the bastards in charge of the operations were not. They assumed every healthy man his age needed to have sex, and had the same derision towards women as themselves. Sasuke hated being lumped in with bastards like him, but this was an easy in for information. He slipped his hands in his pockets, appearing mildly interested, but not eager. “Is that so?”
“There’s no one else spending the night tonight,” the man continues. “So our prettiest girl is currently free. Something tells me you’d like her- you have good taste in everything.”
The flattery is poorly done. Sasuke pretends to eat it up. “Good taste, hm? Well, let’s see this woman.”
He disappears from behind the counter, slipping towards another room. Sasuke grimaces, deciding to come back to this village to see if he could bust the innkeeper for anything; the man seemed like a sleaze, and he doubted he treated these women right. Perhaps Kakashi could help him bust whatever trafficking or the like that was going on here once he found them; he had a distaste for brothels even stronger than Sasuke, despite his perverted behavior.
The man reappears, a young woman trailing behind him. Sasuke’s breath hitched, surprised by the sheer beauty of the woman; she was near ethereal, in the way few women were, let alone those found in such dingy places. She was more androgynous than most, with a sharp jawline, a long nose, high cheeks, and broad shoulders. But her cheeks were soft and rosy with paint, her lips full and plush looking, her half lidded eyes a stormy shade of gray. The thin yukata she wore did nothing to hide her slender frame; she had little curves, but he could see the slight swell of her breast peeking through the sheer fabric. Her hair was short and a strangely familiar shade of gray, twinkling in the dim candle light of the inn.
She had a beauty mark askance of her mouth, not covered by the makeup she wore. The slight asymmetry somehow made her even more stunning, perhaps because it directed one’s attention to her lips. In short, she was truly beautiful, albeit unconventional for most whores.
“Hoshitsuki,” the innkeeper introduces, the woman bowing demurely. “Truly our finest woman around. I’m sure she can suit your needs.”
“Star moon,” Sasuke murmured, admittedly intrigued by the woman before him. She seemed to be older than him, though by how much he could not truly guess. There was timeless beauty about her that made assuming her age difficult, but the maturity she radiated was something few women near his age had.
“Silver hair isn’t common around these parts,” the man admits, leaning over to run his fingers through the woman’s hair. She was surprisingly tall, leaning down slightly to allow the man access to the top of her head, remaining perfectly still as he twirls a lock of her hair, as if he was judging a piece of silk. “You seem like a man who would appreciate something exotic.”
“And you’re offering her for the whole night?” Sasuke asked, crossing his arms. “How much are you charging?”
“It’s a slow night,” the man admits. “Seven hundred ryo.”
He scoffs. “Five hundred ryo.”
“She’s very talented,” the innkeeper asserts. “She’s pleased every man that’s been assigned to her. And isn’t she just stunning? She’s the very best we have, and has been ever since we got her. Seven hundred.”
“Five hundred.”
The innkeeper taps his fingers along his arm, considering. Sasuke would budge if he needed to, because this looked like an intelligent woman that had information he could use, and he was going to steal the money back, anyway… but it was the principle of the matter. If he came across as too easy, they’d think him an easy target for further cons, and Sasuke wasn’t in the mood to deal with that nonsense. The price was already surprisingly low, considering how beautiful the woman is, and the amount of time he was being offered with her, so Sasuke wondered if there was something the man was hiding.
“Six hundred,” the innkeeper countered. “She truly is the best of the best. Isn’t that right, Hoshitsuki?”
“I aim to please,” she answered mildly.
Sasuke sighed. “Fine. Six hundred it is.”
He drops the ryo onto the table, as well as the fee for the room itself. The innkeeper's eyes twinkled with delight as he frantically snatched the ryos away; Sasuke had the distinct feeling the woman before him wouldn’t see a single ryo once her job was finished. Yes, he was definitely going to steal his money back.
“Please, enjoy your night,” the man said, offering him a key, pointing in the direction of his room. “Darling, guide the young man to his room, number twenty-two.”
She gave a polite bow, slipping away from the counter to walk slowly towards the room. Sasuke followed, and she was careful to make it appear as though they were walking side by side, as if she wasn’t leading him.
“Tell me about yourself,” Sasuke states, attempting to be charismatic. He isn’t sure he pulls it off, but he tries to keep his body language easy, not wanting the lady to think of him as domineering, or cruel. Most girls in this line of work appreciate direct questions in the beginning before they properly warm up. “How long have you been working here?”
“About a month now,” she answers.
Sasuke sits on the bed, lounging carelessly. He motions for her to join him, and with liquid grace, she approaches, settling on the edge. The sleeve of her yukata slid off her shoulder, revealing creamy, smooth skin. Sasuke’s eyes tracked the folds of the sleeve, surprised by his own interest in the tasteful display of skin.
“That’s not very long,” he notes, and the amount of time itched in the back of his head. “And the old man said you were the best he had, hm?”
“I assure you my skills will please you. I would be grateful to show you my worth.”
“Hm, and what did you do before you were a whore?”
“You ask many questions.” Her eyes are sly, even if her tone is simple. “Customers are not usually so conversational.”
“Call me curious.” Sasuke attempts to muster up every iota of charm he’s been learning the past few years. “I like to think of myself as a gentleman. It’s only polite to get to know each other first, don’t you think?”
“I see. Am I allowed to ask questions in turn?”
Sasuke tilts his head, curious. “What do you you want to know?”
“What is a shinobi doing so far out here?”
He bristles; Sasuke doesn’t wear his forehead protector normally anyway, but he was in disguise as a merchant. To be so easily seen through by a random stranger had his hackles raised. It’s true he wasn’t the best at disguise, at hiding his body language, his skill, but it was disconcerting for someone to so plainly read him.
“A shinobi?” Sasuke repeats. “I’ve never been mistaken for one of those before. I’m a traveling merchant. I sell wool.”
“Your eyes are constantly looking for exits,” she murmurs. “Your fingers have callouses from holding a kunai. I can see electric scarring on your wrists. The joints in your fingers are looser, from the frequent signs you make. You sink neatly into the shadows. The chakra within you is strong but well controlled… it’s warm, a fire, but a controlled burn. You are a shinobi.”
“What did you do before you came here?” Sasuke repeats, more urgently. She had read him for filth, embarrassingly so.
“I’ve been a whore for as long as I can remember.” That didn’t feel like a lie, but it certainly felt like an omission. “Ah, I’m certain I’m not half as interesting as you, however. You are a traveler, no? I’m sure you have seen many interesting things on your journeys.”
Sasuke ruminated on her answer for a while. She was clearly quite observant. He’ll file away needling her backstory for now, deciding to see if he could further his current investigation with the opening she gave him. “I suppose you could say that. I’ve been traveling along the southern border for some time now, and quite a few villages west of here have mentioned some strange things occurring as of late.”
“How so?”
“An increase in theft, and occasionally violence. The strange things they mentioned were people experiencing memory loss, missing hours to days. Or whispers of people becoming possessed by spirits, or seeing ghosts themselves. A few villages away from here reported missing women, and others reported unsolved murders. Some crimes produced an arrest, but the perpetrators would claim to not remember doing the crime. Something seems afoot in this part of the Land of Fire…”
“Memory issues, hm?” She appeared intrigued. “And ghosts, you say?”
“They say, at least. Have you seen anything like this?”
“I haven’t heard anything about this before. I don’t leave the brothel often, and the men who come here have made no discussion of such oddities. A countryside filled with supernatural disturbances- that sounds quite scary. You’re quite brave, to be traveling through such territory.” Her eyes are half lidded as she leans closer, the yukata tastefully dipping lower, revealing her breasts, small but obvious as they shift, dipping downwards as she leans. “You deserve a night of relaxation…”
She was interested in performing her job. Perhaps she was worried too much idle chatter would upset him, or the innkeeper. It was strange; Sasuke usually dreaded having sexual encounters, having long lost his idle curiosity over the matter. If he could, he preferred to genjutsu the women into thinking they had sex; often, he tried to avoid using that tactic, as the spike in chakra would alert anyone who was a shinobi that someone else was around.
But there was something about this woman… it was a particular beauty Sasuke didn’t see often. And there was a ghost of something else, niggling in the back of his head, about the spectral shape she formed that was familiar but otherwise unidentifiable. It was those eyes in particular that captivated him, the intelligent gleam in their dreamy, half lidded gaze.
“I suppose you’re right,” Sasuke murmured, deciding to indulge. Usually a round or two would settle the woman’s nerves, no longer afraid they were doing poorly at their jobs. It was true, too, that the conjunction of bodies helped them read each other better, and once they were assured Sasuke wasn’t a threat- since he wasn’t cruel nor domineering during their sexual encounter, but respectful and polite- they would relax. “Do you think you could help me with that?”
The slightest tension in her shoulders faded; this was territory she was familiar with. Sasuke’s prodding must have set her on edge; it was true that people didn’t try to strike up a conversation with the whore they had bought for the night. She smoothly shifted from the bed to the floor, settling on her knees in front of him, his cock twitching at the sight, a strange simmering arousal, something he didn’t typically feel.
The yukata pooled around her body, settling on the floor in waves, as she peered up at him through thick lashes, fluttering them slightly before her thin fingers ghosted along his thigh, sending goosebumps along his skin despite the fabric layer between them. Her deft fingers began to unzip his pants, Sasuke repressing a shiver as her nail traced along his slight bulge. His eyes tracked her hands, noticing scarring around her right wrist, appearing electric in nature, but he was quickly distracted by her slowly pulling his cock out from his boxers, his pants and underwear pushed down his thigh.
Her hands were warm, the nail of her finger tracing along the slit of his cock. He throbbed, the sensitive nerves sparking, and she leaned forward, kissing the very tip, her tongue darting out, licking her lips and the head of his cock, Sasuke shuddering at the feeling of her tongue against his cock, kitten licking the slight pearls of precome he was already dripping, almost embarrassingly so.
Sasuke was not a man particularly interested in carnal delights, and thus was not often affected by the primal desires of another- he could count on one hand the number of people he truly thought of in a sexual manner. But the lady before him was making him burn, something he felt so rarely. Perhaps it was her eyes, subdued but not dull, sharp even as her lips widened, surrounding the tip of his cock in a wet warmth, plush and decadent.
He groaned, already excited by just the tip, quietly wondering why. There was something familiar about her, the hair colored by starlight, the keen gray eyes, the smooth skin. These descriptions fit someone else Sasuke knew well, and he killed the thought before it could fully form, embarrassed by the notion of being attracted to a woman who looked like him. It was true he had found the man appealing ever since he was placed on his genin team, but it was equally embarrassing, to still be crushing on the one adult figure in his life that had been kind and true to him since his family had died.
She suckled at the tip of his cock, the pressure and heat perfect, her wet, textured tongue sliding along a thick vein. Sasuke gripped the sheets tight enough he threatened to rip them, shivering as she moved, slowly sinking forward, her mouth encompassing his length with little difficulty, content to move slow and sensually. She continued until she had swallowed him whole, her throat relaxed but still pleasantly tight as she nosed at his crotch, settling for a brief moment before swallowing around him, making Sasuke groan.
Sasuke found that most people appreciated a vocal partner. As long as he wasn’t crass and rude, they seemed to think of him more kindly when he didn’t act like stone. Most of the time, in the occurrences Sasuke could not get out of having sex, he had to fake the moans he was making, not unlike the women he was bedding. But the soft sounds escaping his mouth as she slide down his cock, wet and velvet, were completely natural. The sight of her red lips wrapped around him, her cheeks bulging with the girth and weight of his cock, her sharp eyes focused on his pleasure, was making him embarrassingly easy to rile up.
Her tongue flicked at the slit of his cock, lapping at the precum he was already weeping. Drool trickled down the corner of her mouth as she pushed him back inside, bobbing her head up and down his length quickly, her cheeks hollow as she suckled, her hands reaching towards his groin, fondling his balls as she flicked at his frenulum, earning a strangled moan from him.
It was wet and lewd as she worked, utterly sinful. The innkeeper wasn’t lying about her talents, her skillful hands massaging his balls, or squeezing at his shaft just right as she teased his sensitive tip. His cock was painfully hard, throbbing as she lapped at his shaft, her enthusiasm likely faked, but invigorating nonetheless.
The sounds she made in turn only further turned him on. The vibration of her throat around his cock was decadent, but the breathy moans, and occasional whimper, was enough to drive him crazy, only barely keeping his restraint in check, forcing himself not to wildly buck into her mouth like an animal. His thighs twitched, sometimes unconsciously moving to meet her as she bobbed along his cock, but he was careful not to be too rough, wanting to come across as considerate. Besides that, she was doing a terrific job on her own, and Sasuke had no interest in taking control.
Sasuke mutters idle praise, letting his moans do most of the talking. She seemed to appreciate his vocalizations, clearly taking note of what arouses him most, shifting to stimulate him just the way he liked. Her breasts brushed against him, soft and small but an obvious presence against his leg, feeling them bounce slightly as she bobbed along his cock, making him want to reach down and squeeze at them, to sink his fingers into the soft, supple flesh, to flick her perky nipples, to watch her eyes darken in ecstasy.
It was strange, to feel so wound up during sex. Sasuke had never felt this way before, and even prior masturbation sessions to those he found attractive didn’t hold a candle to what he felt now.
She was beautiful and talented, whining around his cock, lashes fluttering, her keen eyes peeking up at him with a half lidded gaze. She was dreamy, and her lips were bruised and puffy from taking him, so kissable and plush looking. Everything about her was driving him crazy somehow, her heated expression, her smart mouth, the way her body sensually and gracefully moved along.
It wasn’t surprising how easy it was for him to reach his peak. “I’m going to- I’m going to cum-!”
A warning was proper, but it only invigorated her to work harder. Sasuke gripped the sheets tight, white knuckles, his thighs quivering as his orgasm finally occurred, white hot pleasure crashing through his entire body, toes curling, his entire body stiffening in the face of an onslaught of heat and pleasure. His body slowly loosens, feeling more limber than he had in years, all while she continued to suckle at his cock, drinking every drop of his cum; it was a response likely taught to her, but the fact made it no less arousing, feeling her throat swallow around him, milking his cock for his seed. She licked at his tip, the gave it a grateful kiss before pulling all the way back, her pink tongue sliding across her lips, catching the stray drops of his seed.
Sasuke struggled to catch his breath, and continued to watch her as she gracefully lifted off her knees. Her fingers moved towards her yukata, deftly untying the fabric with ease, and Sasuke watched as the fabric parted, revealing her body at last. His eyes were instantly drawn to her small breasts, modest but perky, and it was with great reluctance that he took this moment to look away and map the rest of her, the shinobi part of his training kicking in, trying to uncover her mystery.
She had a few scars, the most noticeable one an X slash across her chest, just barely missing her breasts. There was a large burn along her left hip, something old and faded, and a long slash near her thigh. A few other minor cuts or electrical burns were scattered about, old and faded, noticeable only because Sasuke was looking for them. Scarring on a woman was seen as unsightly, no matter how unobtrusive, and Sasuke wondered if that’s why the man had lowballed him despite her beauty and talent. It was clear she had a rough history, to have such scars in cruel, near lethal places.
Oddly enough, she seemed quite muscular. Her frame was lean, almost skinny, but the corded muscles of her body spoke of a life of hard work. She was svelte but clearly not weak, and Sasuke wondered if she was forced to do manual labor around the inn. Even still, her body was so toned it felt too intentional for that to sit right.
Unfortunately, as curious as her body was, it was equally distracting. She climbed onto the bed with liquid fluidity, her chest bouncing slightly, catching his eye. “Please, my lord, let me take care of you this evening.”
Her hands find his chest, encouraging him to lie back down, while her fingers easily begin to unbutton the loose shirt he was wearing. Sasuke could no longer restrain himself, a strange pull guiding his own hand towards her, settling on her hips. The curve of her body was subtle, modest, but Sasuke appreciated it nonetheless, trailing his hand up the sides of her abdomen and ribcage before his hand cupped at her breast.
She leaned into his touch, her breath hitching softly as his fingers sink into the soft mounds. There was little fat on her body save for these breasts, soft and supple despite their small size, and Sasuke enjoys how they fit in the palm of his hands. She leaned forward, connecting their lips together, and soon it was wet and lewd, their tongues sliding against each other. It wasn’t a battle of dominance so much as it was simply taking turns exploring, Sasuke curious about the sharper than average teeth she possessed, tongue careful not to cut himself. Perhaps she was faking it, but she seemed as curious as himself, her strokes languid but enthusiastic, her tongue eagerly moving against his.
Her hands roamed, seemingly just as curious about his chest as he was hers. Her fingers flicked his nipple, making his hips jerk, a slight twitch of pain encompassed by raw pleasure. She shifted, moving to sit on his lap, and Sasuke could feel her cunt press against his groin, already wet from earlier and now their eager exploration of each others bodies.
Their lips break, attempting to catch their breath. Her eyes were dark, pupils dilated, and her lips were puffy, plush and begging to be kissed once again. Her cheeks were stained rose, a flush trailing down her neck and across her chest, drawing the eye along her beautiful face and towards her humble assets.
The words stumble out of Sasuke’s mouth, far more genuine than he meant. “You’re beautiful.”
Her blush brightens, disarmed by his earnest voice. “Ah, there’s no need for that.”
His hand reaches out, tucking a loose strand of her bangs behind her ear. Her flush deepened slightly, his fingers unconsciously lingering before pulling away, settling back on her hip. “I believe in saying what is true, that is all.”
There was no way to save face, but he tried anyway. Her lips curled into a sly smile, and oddly enough, it felt familiar, a sense of teasing he had encountered before. Perhaps it was the way her eyes crinkled, or the glimmer in that dark gray gaze… “You really are a gentleman, aren’t you? I don’t encounter men like you often.” Her touch is soft, placing a hand on his chest. “I’m sure you’ve heard this before, but you’re rather handsome yourself. I bet you could have any woman you wanted. Probably a few men, too.”
“Does any woman include yourself?”
It was an odd look on her face, at being referred to as a woman. It flickers only for a second, barely noticeable, but Sasuke was trained to look underneath the underneath. Her lips curled, ultimately faintly amused by the question. “Is there a right answer to this question? Saying no would hurt your ego, but saying yes would make me seem frivolous.”
“You’re too smart to be in a dingy place like this.”
“Maybe you have to be smart in a place like this.” She leaned down, kissing his jaw. “But I don’t want to think right now. And hopefully, neither will you…”
Her hips roll, sensually, casually, as if chasing her own pleasure without a care in the world. Sasuke groaned, feeling her tight heat rub against his cock, the wet glide proof of her own arousal. Sasuke shifted, grinding back against her, letting their hips snap, and the sensuality of the moment quickly diverged into something carnal, primal. His cock dragged between the lips of her cunt, making her breath stutter, a quiet whimper escaping the back of her throat, and the sound made Sasuke grip her hips, forcing them to gyrate faster, searching for his own friction, but eager to hear more from her.
At last, she shifts, pushing herself up slightly, her hands wrapping around his shaft. His cock was already painfully hard once more, weeping in anticipation, and her long fingers casually jerk him a few times, squeezing his shaft, stroking it, covered in her own arousal. Finally, she guides the tip to her entrance, and both of them moan as he slips inside, the wet heat of her cunt decadent at only an inch in.
She takes her sweet time, perhaps teasing him, working every inch of him inside her tight walls. Sasuke tries to refrain from a bruising grip, but his fingers on her waist tighten, begging to push her all the way down, to be fully sheathed quickly, the sensation of his cock slowly dragging along her walls driving him insane. But Sasuke is pleased to let her lead, and so she takes control of the speed, keeping it slow and steady, perhaps for her own sake, but something tells him she’s also a conniving tease.
At last, she reaches the hilt, settled on his lap, his cock filling her completely. She’s flushed brilliantly, glowing, radiant, and Sasuke’s hands slide towards her breasts, eager to touch her, eager to feel the radiant beauty beneath his finger tips, ethereal made mortal. She leans into his touch, settling herself, before she begins to slide upwards, her powerful thighs moving with ease as she begins to ride him, starting off slow and sensual, hips rolling languidly while Sasuke groped at her chest, his thumb brushing against her perky nipples.
Her speed increases slowly, building the friction into something delectable, his cock throbbing, pulsing every time she sinks fully on to his cock. Her cunt is tight, not painfully so, but the perfect combination of pressure, heat, and wet gliding. The sound is lewd, her cunt drooling, his dick shiny with her arousal, her cunt stretched around his girth, and the sounds only become more salacious the faster she moves.
Sasuke pinches her nipples, earning a delightful sound, a whimper that had his balls tightening. He rolls the rosy bud between his fingers, occasionally twisting it to see her reaction, watching the way her mouth parts, her pink tongue visible, the soft sounds she makes, her eyes scrunched with pleasure. Sasuke kneads at the fat a few times before going back to her puffy pink nipples, pulling on them just enough to meld the sensation of pleasure and pain, and she rewards him by moving faster, her thighs trembling as she increases her speed.
It’s heavenly. Sasuke’s never had such pleasurable sex before in his life, and he isn’t sure what the difference is between this and every other encounter he’s had, but he knows he’ll never be able to have sex again. Masturbation certainly pales in comparison to the depravity of this moment, and he distinctly knows even other companions will never let him reach this high.
Sasuke’s hands shift, moving to push the yukata she was wearing all the way off her body. She allows it, shifting her arms so he can push it off, watching the fabric cascade around them, eyes roaming her fully naked body at last.
And then his eyes see it.
Instinctively, he grabs her arm, halting her movements, his eyes bulging at the insignia on her shoulder. The red tattoo was one Sasuke was intimately familiar with, having worked in close contact with Anbu before, and having trained with Kakashi long enough in high temperatures to witness him in short sleeves.
“You’re an Anbu operative,” Sasuke accuses, forcing her still. There’s a slightly fearful look in her eye, perhaps because he was holding her so tightly, but Sasuke was laser focused on this tidbit, wondering what else the woman was hiding. “You’re from Konoha. That’s how you knew I was a shinobi, then.”
“Anbu?” She repeats, the word sounding genuinely foreign on her tongue.
“Don’t play dumb,” Sasuke demanded. “What are you doing here? Are you on a mission? Or are you a rogue ninja? What’s your game?”
She doesn’t look like someone in the bingo books; Sasuke would know, having helped hunt some of the dangerous rogue ninja down. Many defected during or after the fourth shinobi war, displeased by this era of peace, but she was unfamiliar to him completely. But if she was in the Anbu- clearly, she had great skill and was not someone to take lightly.
“What are you talking about?” She asked. “Let go of me.”
“No. What is your intention? Lady Tsunade would have mentioned another operative in the area.” His eyes harden. “Are you responsible for the disappearance of Hatake Kakashi?”
“Let go of me!”
His grip tightens. Her eyes flash dangerously.
She strikes, her fingers moving to jab him in the eyes. He grabs her wrist, just barely stopping her from succeeding, and she headbutts him- hard, her forehead smashing into his nose. The shock and the mild pain causes him to loosen his grip, and Hoshitsuki plants her feet on the bed before backflipping off of him.
The fluid grace with which she moves stuns Sasuke for a moment, which is why he doesn’t dodge the foot that lashes out towards his chin as she backflips. The kick stuns him momentarily as she lands a few feet away, the stance she assumes familiar. The posture, the grace, it felt like staring at a specter of something familiar, a ghost he couldn’t touch.
Sasuke moved off the bed. “We don’t have to do this.”
“You started it!”
“Just tell me what you know.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“The hard way it is, then.”
The only way Sasuke could describe this was like a dance. Every inch Sasuke takes, the woman easily evades, putting more distance between them. It was unsettling, the feeling of fighting a ghost, seeing familiar moves, but brushing them off as Konoha standard training. She was in Anbu, after all.
There was no point in speaking. It was clear she wouldn’t talk until he managed to subdue her. Sasuke had given her a choice.
She landed a punch, hitting him right in the face. The punch hurt, packing far more power than one would assume from her body type, but it gave him an advantage, grabbing her wrist and yanking her towards him, prepared to force her into a headlock, snatching a kunai from his belt to hopefully force her at knife point.
”Shinobi like to believe they have honor,” Kakashi once said. ”But we are not samurai. Fighting dirty is sometimes the best option.”
Her foot stomps on his, harder than she had any right to do when barefoot. The surprise causes him to drop the kunai, and she steps back, pulling her wrist towards his thumb, breaking his grip while she grabs his wrist in turn. Her free hand gripped the back of his neck, tight enough her nails were digging into his skin, and her knee jutted up, kicking him right in the stomach, causing him to lose his breath.
”You’ll fight opponents that are bigger and stronger than you. That’s the nature of being a shinobi. Your best bet is to dodge and weave, tire them out, and strike only when you have the element of surprise on your side, or their stamina is waning. However, the stronger the opponent, the more they like to grab you to force you into close quarters. Gai used to do that with me all the time as kids. So I’ll teach you a technique I developed to help break a hold.”
Her leg forces him backwards, creating distance. Sasuke shudders in a deep breath, gasping from more than just the hit that was delivered. It couldn’t be-?
The Anbu tattoo. The familiar shade of gray hair and charcoal eyes. The scar on the chest, suspiciously like the one Obito had given him. The manner of speech. The timeline of events. The fact that they were not far from Kakashi’s last location. The familiar moveset.
Sasuke’s eyes widened.
“Kakashi?”