Chapter 4 - Decisions

 The edge of a sword caught a ray of sunlight on its downswing, and Kiba blinked furiously as it reflected right into his eyes. He adjusted his grip on the young man they had pulled out of the other pod. He was the sort of person with no obvious origin. His skin was neither truly dark nor very light. There wasn’t a single hair on his body, though thankfully for his carrier, that fact was now concealed by some loose-fitting training clothes that Naruto had brought with him. His features were handsome, but nondescript. All in all, he looked… well, normal.
“Did you have to take the sword?” Naruto grinned at Sakura, who just continued to look exasperated as he did another practice whirl of the blade he had procured from the underground bunker’s armory.
        “Hey, Sasuke’s got a sword, and it’s not like I don’t know how to use it. Why not? It’s cool.” Sakura sighed, but let the matter drop. Hinata regarded the interaction coolly, still thinking about the strange assumption Kiba had made. Obviously, Naruto wanted Sakura, so why would he think the blond was in a relationship with her?
        ‘Maybe because Sakura’s fucking the tall dark amputee?’ Hinata blinked, surprised.
        ‘Wait, that panned out? Didn’t he try to kill her?’ Mina’s shrug almost made Hinata shrug. The mind link was weird like that.
        ‘Hell if I know; not like I was there. See for yourself; they’re the worst yet. Well, except for you anyway.’ Hinata did just that, flashing her Byakugan and finding that the purple tether between Sakura and Sasuke was somehow stronger than the one between Shikamaru and Temari. Which was saying something considering that when they got back to camp it had doubled in size.
        The whole return had been strange. Temari had changed clothes, Shikamaru appeared to be back to normal, and they had set up a rather large fire, which smelled absolutely dreadful. Both of them were throwing glances of varying kinds to each other. Jacquelyn had burst out laughing the moment she saw them.
Speaking of Jackie, the woman had refused to wear any sort of shirt, and used rather colorful language to do so. The only clothes she had elected to wear were Kurenai’s sweatpants, which Hinata had still had in her travel pack. The elastic cloth hugged the woman so tightly that she might as well not have been wearing them at all. Walking into the village with her in tow was going to be one of the most embarrassing things Hinata had ever done.
        ‘Hey, go easy on Jacky. She just spent half a year being starved and experimented on. I think she deserves to show off a little.’ Hinata heaved a heavy sigh, but sent grudging agreement back along the link. Kiba gave her an odd look, but left it alone.
        “Alright, we still need to get Temari back to Suna, but with that base taken care of, I don’t think we need the full team anymore.” Sakura frowned thoughtfully, looking her team over. “Naruto, Hinata, Ino, Sai, Shikamaru, you guys head back to the village and report to Hokage-sama. The rest of us will keep going to Sunagakure.” All five nodded assent, and with a few lingering glances, they went their separate ways.
        In the end, the heiress needn’t have worried about embarrassment. By the time they finally trudged back into the village, she was too tired to really notice the stares being thrown their way, or the muttered conversation Ino was having with Sai. She hadn’t slept the night before, at all. Between that and her fitful dreams, she was running on empty. All she wanted was to get home, and collapse onto her bed.

       Ino Yamanaka was not a particularly quiet person. Not to say she couldn’t be so when she had to be, but on the whole, she didn’t keep her mouth shut. She voiced her opinions. It was for this reason that Sai now found himself thankful that the walls of her room were soundproofed.        
“AH FUCK YES!” He pulled back and thrust forward hard, spearing himself into the hot wetness of her sex and groaning. Ino just kept screaming.
        “FUCK MY FUCKING PUSSY! YES! FUCK SAI, RIGHT THERE!” She was bent over her bed, her ass sticking out over the side as she grasped at her sheets, her cheek pressed hard into the mattress by the impact of Sai’s hips. They both smelled like sweat, and dirt, and the forest road. They were both exhausted. He wasn’t actually sure how they had even ended up like this. One moment he’d been stripping down to take a shower, and the next she’d been feeling him up from behind. Not that he was complaining, he just didn’t understand her thought process in the slightest.
She squeezed down on him for a moment, and his nails bit into her waist. She let out an unintelligible cry. He increased his tempo. “FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK…!” She cursed in time with his thrusts, each one seeming to reach somewhere new. Sai gritted his teeth and adjusted his grip. He wouldn’t last long like this, and much as he loved his girlfriend, he doubted she would appreciate him knocking her up. He looked down. She was shiny with perspiration, and her ass jiggled slightly with every impact.
        That was just about all he could take. Reluctantly, he pulled back and out, breathing heavily. Ino moaned in protest at the sudden lack of sex, but it quickly turned into a high pitched yelp as he knelt down and pushed his tongue into her, lapping up her juices. His right hand rose up to pinch her clit a bit more roughly than he probably should have, eliciting another yelp. It wasn’t long before she went limp and came all over his tongue, panting.
        Sai stumbled back, and she turned her head to look at him, eyes curious. “Why’d you…?” She found him breathing heavily, leaning up against the wall. His cock was still erect, visibly throbbing. She pushed herself off of the bed, and stood before him. The midday sun filtered through the window onto her rumpled hair, glowing around her head like a travel-worn halo.
        Her eyes lit up in understanding, and she blinked. “Oh…” She took a step forward, swaying her hips in a way he could never decide was intentional or not. “Seems a shame to just leave that so close.” She was taunting him. He could tell by the little smirk on her full pink lips, the way she put a hand on her hip and shifted her weight to her left foot. “All that cum with nowhere to go…”
     His cock ached, and he let out an involuntary groan. She took another step toward him, running a finger over his chest, her eyes hooded as she continued to tease him. “You want me to take care of that for you…?” He nodded emphatically, his legs weak from sheer need. Her hand trailed down his abdomen to his crotch and circled the base of his cock before cupping his balls and fondling lightly. She knelt down; licking her lips, and took hold of his shaft, fingers gliding smoothly up to the head, and back down to the base.
     “You’re close. I can feel it all, pulsing, just waiting to get out…” He held back a groan, leaning heavily against the wall as she jacked him off, looking up into his eyes. “Just let go. Cum. Spray your jizz all over my fucking tits. Let me taste it. Give me your fucking load!”
     Sai never was one to disobey orders. He did as he was told.
     It hit her face first, a rope of cum running from her eyes down her left cheek. The next went from her nose down into her open mouth, hitting her tongue dead center. She groaned at the taste. More hit her breasts, and she quickly took to scooping it up, licking it from her fingers. With her eyes cleared, she looked back up at him, her pale blue irises reflecting the light of the sun. She made a show of the cum she’d gathered in her mouth, holding it on her tongue for him to see before swallowing. He stood all the while, enraptured by the sight of such a beautiful person so obviously enjoying his essence.
     She smiled up at him, and he looked back, enraptured. It was barely fifteen seconds before he was just as hard as before, looking askance into her eyes.
     On these, and many other counts, Sai was a very lucky man. 


        Hinata mewled happily as another jolt of pleasure shot through her. She felt the warm wetness of his tongue pushing into her, the gentle, firm grip of his hands on her ass, her own fingers kneading the breathtaking softness of her breasts. He pulled away, and she groaned in protest, only to yelp as he leaned forward to suck at her clit.
        She looked down at herself, her enormous tits sitting round and smooth on her chest, her nipples standing prominently erect. She leaned forward, bringing one to her mouth. She could feel pressure building, an impending release. When it finally hit, she went limp, her head lolling to the side.
        But it wasn’t over. Even as aftershocks rolled through her, she felt a pressure on her lips and found herself face to face with another cock. Just like that it was as though she’d never cum at all. She engulfed its head greedily, meaning and sucking loudly, rolling her tongue around it and lapping up precum like the nectar of the gods. She pushed forward, and felt it hit her throat, hesitating. Apparently he wasn’t in the mood to wait. His hips speared forward, and he started to fuck her throat, stretching her lips to their limit. She could feel the head scraping down, every pulsating vein sending vibrations through her body.
     Without really realizing it, she found herself holding another in each hand. A weight settled on her chest and out the corner of her eye, she saw another man take hold of her breasts and started to fuck them. His head rubbed against her cheek with every thrust, leaving a trail of precum. It ran over her hands, filled her mouth. There were so many cocks, so much cum ready to spray all over her!
     She moaned loudly and moved her hands faster. Soon she would have it. The man in her throat picked up his pace, and she swallowed hard as he plunged balls deep into her throat.
     They came in unison, as if on cue. Cum shot in waves over her face and body from seemingly all sides, soaking her hair and covering her face in hot cream. She felt it pulsing down her throat, filling her stomach. She pulled back, sucking as she went, and finally tasted it, completely indescribable. It seemed like an eternity before it was all over, and she collapsed again.
     But apparently they weren’t done with her yet. She felt hands grasping her legs, hoisting them up. Something enormous – impossibly so – was pressed against her entrance. There was no way it could fit! He pushed forward.


     She blinked into the world of the waking, and felt tears at the corners of her eyes. She didn’t need to look to know that she had cum all over the bed again; she could feel it on her thighs.
     It hadn’t even been Naruto that time. Not that it had been anyone else in particular – the men’s identities hadn’t really been the focus of the dream – but the loss of an emotional connection to the act…
     It scared her. Her sticky hands balled into fists at her sides, and she felt the tears trailing down. She hated this. Hated the obligation this had turned into. If she’d just been allowed to discover all of this naturally, without the peril of her friends hanging over her…
     Angrily, she threw her covers aside and ran to the bathroom, slamming her hands down on the sink and starring herself in the face. Despite just having gotten up, there wasn’t a single tangle in her hair. Her skin was the same smooth porcelain it had always been, her lips fuller and redder by the day. Her lavender eyes stared back out of an impossibly perfect visage, panicked, desperate.
     Because even now, hating this so much, she could feel it in the back of her mind. She had never really paid attention to it before. Back when her family had detested her, she had thought it was just another manifestation of her own self-hatred. But now, knowing what she knew, she could see it for what it was.
     It was a hunger, nipping at her heels like some sultry monster, telling her to let go. That she could have anything she wanted if she would just ask. No one would be able to say no. It had been one thing for Mina to tell her she might affect her friends with her built-up lust, but it was only now really sinking in. If she didn’t do something soon, everyone she cared for was at risk.
     And much as she hated to think of him in such a way, Naruto was the perfect candidate to help. She already cared for him, and thanks to her confession all those years ago, he already knew. With the fox sealed in him, he was more likely to be able to control himself if she stopped tamping down on her emotions. And that wasn’t even mentioning his physical qualifications…
     She shook her head. She would not reduce the man she loved to some dehumanized object for her use. She would talk to him privately, explain the situation if necessary. The world had finally forced her hand.



     The Konoha guard detail walked with purpose up the stairs of the Kazekage’s tower. They were all travel-worn and ready to settle in for the night, but they had a job to finish. Temari was to be delivered directly to Gaara, no exceptions. It was a matter of pride as much as anything else.
     But before even that, Shikamaru had been dropped off at the hospital. Sakura might have found him relatively clear of danger, but he was still exhausted, and there were some tests that she simply didn’t have the resources to do in the field. She’d be by later to double-check their work, but for the moment, he was in the capable hands of Suna’s medic-nins. Sharp words drifted down the steps to their ears, and they rounded the final corner of the stairway.
     They came out on a large landing. A young dark-haired man in simple civilian attire was sitting behind a desk, chewing gum. There was a woman in front of him, her hands planted firmly on the desk. It quickly became apparent that she was the source of the yelling.
     “The hell do you mean he won’t see me? I have an urgent message from the ambassador, and I trudged all the way across this damn village to deliver it! It’s fucking windy out there! I’ve got sand in places you don’t even know exist! I didn’t go to all that trouble just for you to tell me the Kazekage is busy!” She was red-haired, and dark-skinned, wearing the pale, asymmetrical flak jacket typical of Kumogakure. Her build seemed modest, toned by her profession. As the group neared the desk and got a better look at her, Sakura recognized her. It was B’s old student: the girl who had beaten Naruto for information all those years ago.
     The secretary sighed loudly, pausing in his chewing to do so. “Oh. Lady Temari. These guys your security detail?” The girl turned to regard the newcomers, and her striking amber eyes sparked in recognition as she looked over the delegation. Chouji in particular seemed momentarily transfixed by them.
     “Yeah. They insisted on delivering me here for my report.” The guy shrugged, taking a second to chew before he responded.
     “Well, go on in.” He spared a glance for the woman still standing in front of his desk, preempting the angry protest she was already preparing to throw at him. “Yeah, I guess if I’m letting them in you should go in too.” She glared at him in futile anger  for a second before growling something uncomplimentary under her breath and following the newcomers through the double doors of the office.
Gaara was sitting behind a very large desk, piled high with papers and scrolls, none of which he was actually looking at.
     “Temari. How was it?” Sakura regarded the Kazekage strangely. He looked...well, on anyone else it would have been absolutely deadpan, but even knowing him as little as she did, Sakura thought he looked almost flustered. If his sister noticed it, she gave nothing away.
     “It was… interesting. We tracked the disappearances to a large research base. And some... other issues were resolved.” Her cheeks actually got a bit red when she said it. Gaara raised an eyebrow at the vagueness of the statement, but didn’t press her. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but ended up wincing instead. Karui chose that moment to jump into the conversation.
     “Kazekage-sama, the ambassador needs to see you. He said it was urgent.” Gaara looked at her and nodded, thought from the hard set of his jaw, He was a bit more focused on whatever discomfort he was experiencing. Sakura took a step forward, searching his face for symptoms.
     “Are you alright?” The red-haired man nodded stiffly, swallowing and finally working up the resolve to speak again.
     “I am fine, Sakura-san. Karui-san, please inform the ambassador that I will meet him in his hotel room at the nearest possible time.” Karui nodded and walked out of the room purposefully. Chouji watched her go, then immediately flicked his forehead, as though he were punishing himself.
     “I’m sorry to cut this meeting short, but I really do have a lot of work to do. Temari, you can debrief me more fully after you’ve rested.” It was a sudden dismissal, but at that point nobody was keen to stay in the room. The Konoha delegation left with a few courtesies, and Temari was left standing with her arms crossed.
     “Are you sure you’re alright? You seem pretty out of it.” Her brother nodded, the action stiff and purposefully controlled. He was hiding something, but Temari probably wouldn’t be able to get it out of him, as tired as she was. She left as well, and as soon as the door shut, setting seals back into place, Gaara leaned back in his chair and groaned.
     “You’re going to be the death of me.” Matsuri got out from under the desk and frowned at him, wiping a bit of cum off her chin.
     “Gaara, you’re the one who refuses to leave the office. We could do this literally anywhere private.” The man frowned right back, adjusting himself back into his pants and grabbing a brush.
     “I have duties that need to be tended to. Leaving the office would take too long.” She smiled slightly down at him.
     “Well, if you ever decide to come up for air, I managed to get my hands on some good sake, and some mood music. I’m heading out tomorrow for border patrol, so show up on time.” She planted a quick kiss on his forehead and left the room by way of the side window.