A Welcoming Face.

The bright morning rays of the sun peeked through the curtains. Slowly, the beams of light crept through the darkened room, revealing a rumpled bed. As one drew closer, a distinguishable arm thrown carelessly over the covers seemed to materialize, the tattooed appendage settling rather awkwardly over a relaxed face. Deep in slumber, the aristocratic features of Sai, Tosatsu were lovely. Realistically, if one didn’t factor in his hideous personality, the man was a rather stunning creature. From a shallow perspective, the elegant planes of the man’s face, now relieved from its deprecating smile, were soft and welcoming; and one could only assume that the light violet of his eyes could only match in their softness. For another man observing the sleeping creature, it would be obvious why women flocked to the horrid chūnin, regardless of his less than appealing personality.

But back on track now, the morning light had finally made its way to the bed. Settling directly on the shinobi’s face, Tosatsu let out an agonized groan, the bright light sparking white specks through his closed lids. Rolling slightly to hide from the nagging rays, the man pulled the blankets higher over his shoulders, tucking his head deeply into the comforter before letting out a sigh of relief as he welcomed the darkness. Typically, mornings were a rough start for him; his nights usually long, laborious and full of memorable moments that he often couldn’t remember. In addition, although he was used to his mattress varying weekly, and in some cases daily, it always took him some time to finally relax enough to slumber. In this particular case, he had been up until the early hours of morning, his strenuous pastime literally making the night fly by, thus reinforcing the claim that “time flies when you’re having fun.” So, Tosatsu had probably been asleep for only an hour or so before the sun beckoned his sated body.

There was no fucking way he was getting up yet. Shifting slightly, the man paused his shuffling for a moment as a body rolled into the curve of his. Leaning forward, Tosa tucked his head into the crevice of the person’s neck before he slowly opened his mouth and flicked his tongue against her skin. He wet it saucily, a sly grin gracing his lips as a wispy moan left hers as he continued, resting his mouth against her flesh and sucking. She was slightly louder now, and the man couldn’t help but chuckle. Although his body craved sleep, the idea of pleasing this lovely nymph once more was too tempting. Feeling her body turn now, the man leaned back slightly to give her some room, closing in once again as her eyes lifted to his.

“Morning…” she murmured, her voice soft and husky from sleep.

“Good morning, pet,” he replied, seamlessly winding his arm around her shoulders and dragging her close, her ample body pressingly deliciously against his, “I know you’re tired, but I have the best way to start your day.” Grinning devilishly, the man leaned forward to claim her lips, his kiss hard and demanding as the woman easily gave in, her mouth welcoming and hot. Catching her moan, Tosa moved away from her mouth, a silent trek (or at least on his part) beginning as he kissed her jaw; licking, nipping, sucking, where he knew she wanted it most. It was a wonderful game for him, pleasing a woman. To find out what they craved most without them voicing it was a wickedly fun time and as the night had progressed, he knew what made this little minx scream. Descending now, his lips passed her jaw, skimming wetly over her earlobe where he nibbled the skin, whispering his plans for their morning exercise in her ear. She let out a lengthy sigh at his detailed description, stretching her neck out and silently begging him for more.

Oh, it was too much.

Pressing her back against the mattress, Tosa dominated her, locking her wrists together in a single hand, leaving her utterly defenseless to his ministrations. Dipping below her neck now, he let out a primitive growl for her benefit, enjoying her cries of ‘more, more, more’ (what an over-used phrase), before dipping his head into her bountiful chest to claim what was rightfully his –

“What the fuck?”

Well, damn. This must be the husband.

For a moment, all time seemed to fall still. Here was Tosa, his messy head of hair bowed pleasantly over the ample chest of his sex partner, while her head had previously been thrown back in pleasure. Now, he mused silently, slowly releasing his predatory slouch over the woman, her neck was snapped straight, her rather pretty brown eyes staring in absolute horror at the man she was married to. Well, it was certainly awkward, he rationalized mentally, flipping onto his side easily beside the aghast woman. After all, she was directly caught in the act of adultery with; let’s face it, a devilishly attractive fellow.

Slipping a grin onto his thin lips, the chūnin smiled at the man without batting an eye. The unrepentant twinkle and relaxed body language clearly displayed his feelings over the entire situation. In no way was Tosatsu feeling unsure or fearful as he laid beside another’s wife as she frantically attempted to gather the sheets around her body, forming the piece of fabric into an ill-conceived toga. In fact, even as she started rambling on about how she felt that Fuji (that must be the guy’s name) had been neglecting her needs and leaving her alone far too often, yadayadayada… , Tosa barely blinked. If he was honest with himself, the man was actually getting quite a kick out of the whole situation. Here he was, assisting an obviously beautiful albeit selfish woman completely ruin her marriage, while coming out of the whole thing debt free. There weren’t any costs or consequences for his actions, because really, who’s the guy going to be more upset with? The random man his wife was sleeping with, or his cheating whore of a wife?

To Tosa, it wasn’t really a hard answer. The woman was the one that was spreading her legs for half of Konohagakure’s older population, willingly bringing other men into her bed while her husband ventured away to complete missions in the name of their village and to earn a living. It really actually surprised the white haired panther that this ditz hadn’t be ousted long ago; she obviously wasn’t intelligent enough to know her husband’s schedule so she could plan her escapades behind his back. But even if she wasn’t a complete idiot, Tosatsu still found her actions utterly disgusting. Even now, as he lay beside her, her body hidden by a thin sheet and tears streaming down her face, he half-listened to her ramblings about how it was her husband’s fault that she was unfaithful. It was such utter bullshit to play that card.

Women were always needy. They were harpies behind beautiful faces that could easily find the faults in others, and never themselves. To actually state that it was Fuji’s fault for her adultery, was utterly delicious. It was so fucking insensitive, cad, and whatever other adjective that showed his disgust that Tosatsu couldn’t help but laugh. There was a reason why he viewed women as nothing but a good night with no commitment. In the case with this idiot for example, she was a rocket in bed; sexually appeasing, had a very talented tongue and an adventurous nature that just made his cock hard, but she was a selfish, attention-seeking bitch that beyond the bedroom, Tosatsu could only scorn and laugh at. She was just another pathetic creature that seemed to populate this place. Good for his dick, but nothing else.

Noting now that Fuji seemed to be coming into his anger stage at whatever bullshit his wife was yelling at him, Tosatsu idly figured it was time to make his exit. Standing up easily, baring his bare ass to the world, the man efficiently reached around the ground to gather his discarded clothing. Realistically, he knew he didn’t have much time before the husband was on him, so Tosa figured he’d throw on the basics and hope for the best. Thus, going commando, the chūnin slipped his pants on quickly, zipping them up with a single hand as he pushed his arms into the white fabric of his embossed jacket, forgoing a t-shirt as well, before reaching down to nab his boots that he had settled by the door. At that point, Fuji seemed to catch onto what was happening, and within moments, Tosatsu found himself ducking low in order to avoid a monstrous punch that was just so eager to knock his jaw out.

Grinning like a Cheshire cat at the concept of a brawl, the man hit the ground hard, jutting his shoulder out to catch the unsuspecting husband, flipping him carelessly over his back before rolling away to gain some distance from the angered man. As he had completed his roll, Tosatsu had nabbed his boots, thus getting to his feet quickly once he completed his maneuver. Stamping his feet into the leather soles, the home wrecker idly contemplated what he was going to have for breakfast after this whole fiasco when once again, Fuji came at him. This time however, the man had drawn weaponry from him pouch, making Tosa question the importance of the walls in his home. Did he really want knife marks as decorations?

Bending low again, the chūnin performed another roll, escaping the sharp knives that his conquest’s obviously skilled husband was wielding. At this point, the woman was yelling the typical ‘Stop, stop! Don’t fight over me!’ line, and without a second glance, let alone a first, Tosatsu tuned her out. He had been in his fair share of brawls, but dealing with an angered spouse in his own bedroom was not one he had yet checked off from his bucket list. Letting out a cackle, the lithe man dipped and dived until he finally made it to his weaponry pouch where he pulled out a kunai just in time to save his ass from a nice hit.

“This jacket is rather expensive. I’d quite prefer if you didn’t sully it with my blood,” he started, smiling keenly at Fuji as he held their blow, “Although… I have sullied your wife, so I guess it can only been seen as a touch for a touch. But then again, if we’re counting touches, I think you’d be hacking at my corpse for a very long time…” Grinning wickedly, Tosatsu winked at his opponent before dipping beneath his guard and performing a skilled punch to the wind pipe. Pulling away quickly to avoid the arms that couldn’t wait to strangle him to death, the shinobi danced away from Fuji with a silly laugh.

Rather quickly, the husband was back on his feet, his lumbering form closing the distance between them at a pace that impressed the younger man. At this point, Tosa still only had a singular kunai draw and he observed with a keen eye as Fuji skillfully withdrew a box of senbon. Without much pause, the angered man was releasing the thin pieces of wood with an elegant flourish of skill that was only tainted by the red hot anger that seeped from his pores to blind his vision like sweat. Hitting the ground hard to dodge the first flurry, the white panther once again found himself rolling on the floor, mentally imagining what would have happened if he was by stairs. ‘It’d have bloody hurt,’ he thought to himself as he dove behind a suddenly uprooted desk (yes, he just flipped the desk). “If this is how you aim, it’s no wonder why your wife needs other people to sleep with her. Can your ‘weapon’ not find its mark in bed either?”

Laughing at his own joke, Tosatsu continued to maneuver around the bedroom, at one point grabbing the poor guy’s wife and using her as a human shield. By this point, he was finally at the door and with a quick kiss to the lady’s cheek to incense the husband even more, Tosa said his goodbyes and in the most basic terms, fucking dipped.

“Fuck. I really liked those briefs.”

The bright morning rays of the sun peeked through the curtains. Slowly, the beams of light crept through the darkened room, revealing a rumpled bed. As one drew closer, a distinguishable arm thrown carelessly over the covers seemed to materialize, the tattooed appendage settling rather awkwardly over a relaxed face. Deep in slumber, the aristocratic features of Sai, Tosatsu were lovely. Realistically, if one didn’t factor in his hideous personality, the man was a rather stunning creature. From a shallow perspective, the elegant planes of the man’s face, now relieved from its deprecating smile, were soft and welcoming; and one could only assume that the light violet of his eyes could only match in their softness. For another man observing the sleeping creature, it would be obvious why women flocked to the horrid chūnin, regardless of his less than appealing personality.

But back on track now, the morning light had finally made its way to the bed. Settling directly on the shinobi’s face, Tosatsu let out an agonized groan, the bright light sparking white specks through his closed lids. Rolling slightly to hide from the nagging rays, the man pulled the blankets higher over his shoulders, tucking his head deeply into the comforter before letting out a sigh of relief as he welcomed the darkness. Typically, mornings were a rough start for him; his nights usually long, laborious and full of memorable moments that he often couldn’t remember. In addition, although he was used to his mattress varying weekly, and in some cases daily, it always took him some time to finally relax enough to slumber. In this particular case, he had been up until the early hours of morning, his strenuous pastime literally making the night fly by, thus reinforcing the claim that “time flies when you’re having fun.” So, Tosatsu had probably been asleep for only an hour or so before the sun beckoned his sated body.

There was no fucking way he was getting up yet. Shifting slightly, the man paused his shuffling for a moment as a body rolled into the curve of his. Leaning forward, Tosa tucked his head into the crevice of the person’s neck before he slowly opened his mouth and flicked his tongue against her skin. He wet it saucily, a sly grin gracing his lips as a wispy moan left hers as he continued, resting his mouth against her flesh and sucking. She was slightly louder now, and the man couldn’t help but chuckle. Although his body craved sleep, the idea of pleasing this lovely nymph once more was too tempting. Feeling her body turn now, the man leaned back slightly to give her some room, closing in once again as her eyes lifted to his.

“Morning…” she murmured, her voice soft and husky from sleep.

“Good morning, pet,” he replied, seamlessly winding his arm around her shoulders and dragging her close, her ample body pressingly deliciously against his, “I know you’re tired, but I have the best way to start your day.” Grinning devilishly, the man leaned forward to claim her lips, his kiss hard and demanding as the woman easily gave in, her mouth welcoming and hot. Catching her moan, Tosa moved away from her mouth, a silent trek (or at least on his part) beginning as he kissed her jaw; licking, nipping, sucking, where he knew she wanted it most. It was a wonderful game for him, pleasing a woman. To find out what they craved most without them voicing it was a wickedly fun time and as the night had progressed, he knew what made this little minx scream. Descending now, his lips passed her jaw, skimming wetly over her earlobe where he nibbled the skin, whispering his plans for their morning exercise in her ear. She let out a lengthy sigh at his detailed description, stretching her neck out and silently begging him for more.

Oh, it was too much.

Pressing her back against the mattress, Tosa dominated her, locking her wrists together in a single hand, leaving her utterly defenseless to his ministrations. Dipping below her neck now, he let out a primitive growl for her benefit, enjoying her cries of ‘more, more, more’ (what an over-used phrase), before dipping his head into her bountiful chest to claim what was rightfully his –

“What the fuck?”

Well, damn. This must be the husband.

For a moment, all time seemed to fall still. Here was Tosa, his messy head of hair bowed pleasantly over the ample chest of his sex partner, while her head had previously been thrown back in pleasure. Now, he mused silently, slowly releasing his predatory slouch over the woman, her neck was snapped straight, her rather pretty brown eyes staring in absolute horror at the man she was married to. Well, it was certainly awkward, he rationalized mentally, flipping onto his side easily beside the aghast woman. After all, she was directly caught in the act of adultery with; let’s face it, a devilishly attractive fellow.

Slipping a grin onto his thin lips, the chūnin smiled at the man without batting an eye. The unrepentant twinkle and relaxed body language clearly displayed his feelings over the entire situation. In no way was Tosatsu feeling unsure or fearful as he laid beside another’s wife as she frantically attempted to gather the sheets around her body, forming the piece of fabric into an ill-conceived toga. In fact, even as she started rambling on about how she felt that Fuji (that must be the guy’s name) had been neglecting her needs and leaving her alone far too often, yadayadayada… , Tosa barely blinked. If he was honest with himself, the man was actually getting quite a kick out of the whole situation. Here he was, assisting an obviously beautiful albeit selfish woman completely ruin her marriage, while coming out of the whole thing debt free. There weren’t any costs or consequences for his actions, because really, who’s the guy going to be more upset with? The random man his wife was sleeping with, or his cheating whore of a wife?

To Tosa, it wasn’t really a hard answer. The woman was the one that was spreading her legs for half of Konohagakure’s older population, willingly bringing other men into her bed while her husband ventured away to complete missions in the name of their village and to earn a living. It really actually surprised the white haired panther that this ditz hadn’t be ousted long ago; she obviously wasn’t intelligent enough to know her husband’s schedule so she could plan her escapades behind his back. But even if she wasn’t a complete idiot, Tosatsu still found her actions utterly disgusting. Even now, as he lay beside her, her body hidden by a thin sheet and tears streaming down her face, he half-listened to her ramblings about how it was her husband’s fault that she was unfaithful. It was such utter bullshit to play that card.

Women were always needy. They were harpies behind beautiful faces that could easily find the faults in others, and never themselves. To actually state that it was Fuji’s fault for her adultery, was utterly delicious. It was so fucking insensitive, cad, and whatever other adjective that showed his disgust that Tosatsu couldn’t help but laugh. There was a reason why he viewed women as nothing but a good night with no commitment. In the case with this idiot for example, she was a rocket in bed; sexually appeasing, had a very talented tongue and an adventurous nature that just made his cock hard, but she was a selfish, attention-seeking bitch that beyond the bedroom, Tosatsu could only scorn and laugh at. She was just another pathetic creature that seemed to populate this place. Good for his dick, but nothing else.

Noting now that Fuji seemed to be coming into his anger stage at whatever bullshit his wife was yelling at him, Tosatsu idly figured it was time to make his exit. Standing up easily, baring his bare ass to the world, the man efficiently reached around the ground to gather his discarded clothing. Realistically, he knew he didn’t have much time before the husband was on him, so Tosa figured he’d throw on the basics and hope for the best. Thus, going commando, the chūnin slipped his pants on quickly, zipping them up with a single hand as he pushed his arms into the white fabric of his embossed jacket, forgoing a t-shirt as well, before reaching down to nab his boots that he had settled by the door. At that point, Fuji seemed to catch onto what was happening, and within moments, Tosatsu found himself ducking low in order to avoid a monstrous punch that was just so eager to knock his jaw out.

Grinning like a Cheshire cat at the concept of a brawl, the man hit the ground hard, jutting his shoulder out to catch the unsuspecting husband, flipping him carelessly over his back before rolling away to gain some distance from the angered man. As he had completed his roll, Tosatsu had nabbed his boots, thus getting to his feet quickly once he completed his maneuver. Stamping his feet into the leather soles, the home wrecker idly contemplated what he was going to have for breakfast after this whole fiasco when once again, Fuji came at him. This time however, the man had drawn weaponry from him pouch, making Tosa question the importance of the walls in his home. Did he really want knife marks as decorations?

Bending low again, the chūnin performed another roll, escaping the sharp knives that his conquest’s obviously skilled husband was wielding. At this point, the woman was yelling the typical ‘Stop, stop! Don’t fight over me!’ line, and without a second glance, let alone a first, Tosatsu tuned her out. He had been in his fair share of brawls, but dealing with an angered spouse in his own bedroom was not one he had yet checked off from his bucket list. Letting out a cackle, the lithe man dipped and dived until he finally made it to his weaponry pouch where he pulled out a kunai just in time to save his ass from a nice hit.

“This jacket is rather expensive. I’d quite prefer if you didn’t sully it with my blood,” he started, smiling keenly at Fuji as he held their blow, “Although… I have sullied your wife, so I guess it can only been seen as a touch for a touch. But then again, if we’re counting touches, I think you’d be hacking at my corpse for a very long time…” Grinning wickedly, Tosatsu winked at his opponent before dipping beneath his guard and performing a skilled punch to the wind pipe. Pulling away quickly to avoid the arms that couldn’t wait to strangle him to death, the shinobi danced away from Fuji with a silly laugh.

Rather quickly, the husband was back on his feet, his lumbering form closing the distance between them at a pace that impressed the younger man. At this point, Tosa still only had a singular kunai draw and he observed with a keen eye as Fuji skillfully withdrew a box of senbon. Without much pause, the angered man was releasing the thin pieces of wood with an elegant flourish of skill that was only tainted by the red hot anger that seeped from his pores to blind his vision like sweat. Hitting the ground hard to dodge the first flurry, the white panther once again found himself rolling on the floor, mentally imagining what would have happened if he was by stairs. ‘It’d have bloody hurt,’ he thought to himself as he dove behind a suddenly uprooted desk (yes, he just flipped the desk). “If this is how you aim, it’s no wonder why your wife needs other people to sleep with her. Can your ‘weapon’ not find its mark in bed either?”

Laughing at his own joke, Tosatsu continued to maneuver around the bedroom, at one point grabbing the poor guy’s wife and using her as a human shield. By this point, he was finally at the door and with a quick kiss to the lady’s cheek to incense the husband even more, Tosa said his goodbyes and in the most basic terms, fucking dipped.

“Fuck. I really liked those briefs.”