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Goodbyes	By : KaramaNine Category: +G through L > G.I. Joe Views: 2003 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Goodbyes
- 2-Blindfolded
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Sheer smut, with the following excuse for a plot: 18-19 year old Tommy Arashikage (aka Storm Shadow) is about to leave for military training, and several female friends wish to say goodbye before he leaves. It is my firm belief that ninjas use casual sex as tension relief, as opposed to comfort food, because sex is exercise rather than nasty empty calories that could upset your stomach in the middle of a training session with the Hard Master.

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Despite the fact his name meant precious third son, Tomisaburo was in fact an only child. The official reason behind his name was that his father had wanted to honour the memory of his two cousins – who had died in infancy – but most people agreed that the fact his father was named Tomisaburo as well had had much more to do with it; in other words, the man casually known as the Insane Master had simply found an excuse to name his son after himself.

The absence of sibling or of a mother – the Fearless Master had never remarried following his wife’s death years earlier - meant that unless you counted his mother’s spirit, Tommy only shared the small house he was heading for with his father. On nights when said father was away on a mission, this meant the young man technically had the house to himself. For the past couple of years, he more often elected to share his home with a female guest than to spend the night by himself.

Tonight, in particular, he had been quite intent on not being alone. He was leaving home for basic training with the American army in two days, and although he would never have admitted it to anyone, he was already feeling a bit homesick in advance and he wanted to enjoy his family and extended family as much as he possibly could before he left. The fact that many of the girls had decided they wanted to enjoy him before he left, too, had been very welcomed indeed.

However, less than ten minutes ago, his date for the evening had fallen during a balance exercise and injured her hip. She had understandably cancelled, leaving Tommy with nobody to spend the night with.

The barely-out-of-teenage-hood ninja was therefore in a rotten mood as he walked towards his house, and was fighting an internal battle. He didn’t want to go looking for someone, to basically go beg for company like a lonely child. But then, he didn’t want to spend the night alone in an empty house, not when he’d soon leave for the army and leave family, friends and home behind.

The closer he got to his house, the more tempted he was to bury his pride, turn around and go look around the compound, see if he could find another lady friend who might like to have a bit of fun with him tonight. He was about to do just that when he picked up a presence in his house. He stopped walking, cocked his head and listened, sorting through the heartbeats, breathing and steps coming from the neighbours to focus on the ones coming from his home.

His eyes widened as he recognized the intruder, and his heart picked up a bit as a grin came to his lips. He walked a bit fast the rest of the way and arranged his face into what he hoped was a jaunty smirk as he opened the door.

“Hello, Nagisa,” he said. “It is a most pleasant surprise to find you here. I do hope you will stay a while?”

The question was asked in a carefully neutral tone, in an effort on Tommy’s part not to look and sound as desperate as he was for her to stay. Nagisa was among the worst ninjas he knew, but she was a good friend, always fun to spend time with, and beyond that, she was always sinfully delightful to BE with. If it turned out she was only delivering a message and would not stay, Tommy didn’t feel confident that he wouldn’t grovel to make her change her mind.

“Are you inviting me?” she asked with a sly smile. “I brought some toys I think you’ll like, and I’ll miss you so when you’re gone… I must admit that I feel almost no sympathy for Asaya-kun.”

Tommy swallowed, closed the door and turned on the light. “The doctor says her hip will be better soon,” he said, trying hard not to lose his train of thoughts and therefore, to look cool and in control. It wasn’t particularly easy: Nagisa was wearing his own pyjamas, and she had neglected to button the top. “You… you’re wearing my… I mean, of course you’re welcomed to stay. Would you like some… uh…”

“Why thank you,” she purred. “As a matter of fact, I would LOVE a piece of you.”

Any attempt at looking cool and composed, as well as any hope of being a good and proper host, vanished from Tommy’s mind at that precise moment as his brains entirely focused on the fact a particularly sexy girl was wearing his pyjamas, had said she had some fun toys, and had just purred that she wanted him.

Some kind of indistinct sound came out of his mouth and he stepped towards her. She stepped back. He stepped forward again and she stepped back again, waving him forward, leading him to the bedroom. He tackled her as soon as the angle was right to land with her on his bed.

She overturned him and sat on him, pressing against his already hardening cock. He took a sharp intake of breath and ran his hands along her side, sliding his hands under the pyjamas. Much to his surprise, especially considering her pulse picked up at the caress, she got up from him and slid off the bed. He sat up.

“Nagisa? What…?”

“Just getting something,” she answered, crouched next to the bed.

Tommy looked down and saw her fishing a blindfold out of her bag. He chuckled. “Not that I mind wearing that, but you do realize blindfolding me isn’t very effective, right?”

“Shh,” she admonished. She sat on him again and adjusted the blindfold on his eyes and around his head.

Tommy smirked. He could still tell exactly where she was by sound, smell and feel, so really, the blindfold was useless. Just the same, he didn’t mind it at all, so if she enjoyed it, he was more than willing to play along. He heard her grab something in the chest pocket of the top she was still wearing and felt her hands moving to the side of his head.

“I know you can hear me just as well as you can see me, and I bet you know I just took something from my pocket,” she whispered. “They’re your REAL blindfolds. Just stay still.”

His eyebrows raised but he did as instructed, and even managed not to jerk away when she inserted the plugs in his ears. He recognized the plugs to be the same kind the Hard Master used when he wanted him to rely on his sense of smell or touch as most of the sounds in the room died. Just like always happened in those training sessions, he had a moment of senseless panic – he couldn’t hear her heart anymore, or even his own.

“Can you still hear me?” she asked. Her voice came dim and low, as if kilometres away.

“Just your voice,” he answered. He could barely hear himself.

“Perfect,” she said. She got off him then, and suddenly, he really did have no idea where she was. He felt his pulse pick up and then, she was pulling his wrists above his head and attaching them to vertical bars on the head of the bed. “That’s it, just go along…” she said encouragingly.

He swallowed and nodded. With his hands together like that, it’d be a breeze to free himself if he wanted to, and they both knew it. The point was made moot by the fact he had no desire to free himself.

The fact was, in itself, a bit surprising. He felt completely powerless: he couldn’t tell where Nagisa was, or what she’d do next, he couldn’t hear her pulse and breathing and therefore, didn’t even know how excited she was. He could feel his heart hammering a little, but the natural, instinctive apprehension was somehow only making him hornier. How exactly this was working out for his brains was beyond him, but enjoying it certainly wasn’t.

As per his training, his sense of smell and touch started taking over as primary sources of information. He could feel the contour of Nagisa’s body as it weighed down on him again, right through his workout pants and his underwear; he could smell her own arousal and the scent of her soap and shampoo. He felt the pyjama she had borrowed brushing against his chest as she leaned over him and he parted his lips slightly, expecting a kiss.

Instead, he felt her breath near his left ear and suddenly, she was nibbling at his earlobe, the soft and smooth lips contrasting with the hard teeth that barely brushed against his skin. She started teasing with her tongue, the strong muscle putting more pressure than the teeth but in a much gentler way, and providing another contrast in itself, the rough texture countered by the slick wetness, the strength countered by the incredible flexibility, all working together to make every single nerve endings Nagisa touched shiver in pleasure.

Tommy didn’t need to hear himself to know he moaned. Nagisa’s mouth moved downward from his ear to his neck, finding sensitive spots he never knew he had even as her soft hair brushed against his cheek and the skin exposed by his loose gi top. Because she was still sitting on him, he could also feel himself pushing against her labia through their clothes, and it was right about then that he realized he was not sorry at all that Asaya had cancelled, and that at this rate, he was going to lose it before Nagisa even properly touched him.

“Nagisa...”

“Awh, too much?” she purred into his shoulder. The movement of her lips and the warm breeze from her breath made him gasp. “All right, let’s concentrate on one thing at a time, then, shall we?”

She got up on her knees, shifting from sitting on him to hovering just above him. The panes of the pyjama top brushed against his side and he mentally pictured her breasts a mere inch above his chest. He gulped.

Her hands brushed against his torso as she opened his gi top, and he felt the tougher skin on the sides of said hands scrape ever so slightly against his flesh. She then ran her fingers along the lines of his abs and he buckled, willing her to head down while at the same time, hoping she wouldn’t because he was liable to come on the spot the second she touched him.

She seemed to read his mind, and compromised by moving her hands to his hips and pulling down on his pants and underwear. He lifted his hips to let her pull them off, and gulped again when her hair brushed against his legs, mercifully avoiding anything even more sensitive, as she moved to his feet to pull the pants completely off.

Unable to hear her, he tried to feel her breath again to figure out where she was moving, or to smell her shampoo, but he only detected both a fraction of a second before she started nibbling at his collarbone again.

He moaned helplessly again and tensed up, trying to keep his hips from pitifully humping empty air. He couldn’t recall having been harder than he was now, it felt as though he was pulsing, the slightest air motion made him groan in want for more stimulation.

She got back in bed beside him, her body against his, sans pyjama this time. He felt the light duvet covering her flesh brush against his and shivered, his whole body breaking out in goose bumps. His attention was quickly diverted, however, by the fact those lips, teeth and tongue of hers were moving down towards his chest.

It didn’t help that she chose that moment to move her hand above his crotch to create a tantalizing breeze. He whimpered, buckling but failing to make contact.

“I had a feeling you’d like this,” she said right above his left nipple. Her hair was brushing his ribs and the other side of his chest. She closed her mouth on the hard nub and started sucking and licking before he could think of replying. He emitted a sound somewhere between a loud moan and a louder groan as he held on to his control for dear life: she wasn’t even touching him, he was not about to let himself come yet.

“Where… did you… learn?” he gasped when she released him and started trailing comparatively less mind blowing kisses across his chest.

“Saw it in a movie, experienced on three of the other guys before you,” she replied. As before, she prevented any intelligible response, this time by taking his other nipple into her mouth and giving it the same treatment as she had the first one.

Tommy’s reaction was much the same as before. He was gasping for breath when she finally stopped and started running her tongue towards his abs.

His brains then clicked in to inform him that if she continued in the direction she was going now, she’d reach something far more interesting than his nipples. He groaned, unable to decide whether he wanted that or not. There was absolutely no way he’d last for more than maybe half a second if her tongue, strong and rough and wet and soft as it was, made it to his shaft.

She was contouring his abs now, her lips brushing, her teeth raking, her tongue pushing and stroking and getting at every micro inch of skin. From the feel of his throat, Tommy suspected the sounds coming out of him at the moment were as close to a purr as humans ever got. Nagisa’s hair was still brushing along over and above her mouth, and he could feel the mattress depressing slightly on his side as she leaned on it next to him, more careful than earlier not to brush against him.

He moaned in anticipation when it seemed her hair would soon brush against the tip of his very erect penis, but instead, Nagisa suddenly pulled away. He whimpered before he could help himself.

“I swear I’m clean,” she said. “I went through all the tests earlier this week and I haven’t been with anyone since.”

Tommy gulped. She was trying to talk him into not using a condom. He wasn’t sure why she was even bothering; he was rather past protesting anything she suggested. He twitched as he thought of how she’d feel around him with no barrier at all.

“I’m fine,” he replied in a breath. “Never did without before, I get tested all the time, I… nnngg…”

She was back at his abs, and although she was holding her hair up this time, her mouth alone felt very good on his stomach, and she was still moving down, and Tommy finally gave up keeping his hips still.

She moved to a crouch between his legs and leaned her forearms on his thighs and hips, pushing him against the bed to keep him still, and deviated to his right hip, bypassing his cock and going straight for his balls.

Tommy’s mind went blank. He cried out and felt tears running down his cheeks. She ignored him and licked every inch of his scrotum thoroughly. She kept her weight on his hips, but it was hardly necessary: the young man had gone rigid save for the occasional twitch.

She stopped when Tommy’s legs went limp rather than stiff and was rewarded by a small whine. Knowing precisely what the result would be, she moved up and took as much of his erection as she could into her mouth.

He cried out again and buckled under her as he came in her mouth, more tears seeping under the blindfold as he spent himself inside her. She figured he’d end up swearing her to secrecy, but it was certainly worth it. She swallowed, licked him clean and pulled herself back up into a crouch between his legs. He whimpered on every lick and took a deep breath when she stopped.

“I’m sorry,” he started, his voice almost breaking in shame. “I should have warned you, I knew I’d do that if…”

“Fourth time with this particular technique, Tommy,” she reminded him, feeling very smug. She wasn’t a very talented ninja and when sparring or competing in any other kind of training against her own age group, she consistently lost. This level of control on one of the boys who could toss her around effortlessly just never got old. “I knew you’d come. And you know what? I’m nowhere NEAR done with you. I plan on giving you enough good memories tonight to last you right through basic training and a few tours of duty.”

Tommy was surprised to find some of his muscles still worked when he felt his eyebrows actually shooting up. He didn’t get much of a chance to actually reply as Nagisa repositioned herself to straddle him again and, bending down low, kissed him full on the lips.

He forced himself to ignore the feel of her breasts against his chest to concentrate on the kiss. He parted her lips with his tongue and she replied in kind. They battled for a bit, and then she was wrapping her hand on his not-yet-relaxed shaft and all coherent thoughts about kissing back left his brains. He could feel every single finger closing on him, squeezing. He could feel a two-day-old paper cut on the tip of her pointer finger.

She was sucking on his lower lip, and it was saying something about how nice that felt that he was actually conscious of it despite what she was doing with her hand. She started moving that hand up and down his length, and Tommy soon fell just as hard as he had been earlier, his lust for her returning with a vengeance. He didn’t want her hand anymore, he didn’t want her mouth, he wanted to bury himself deep inside her belly and have his way with her, he wanted…

She let go of him and all of a sudden, he really missed the hand he thought he no longer wanted. He started pulling on his restraints, intent on jumping her, but her mouth left his to go to his ear.

“Don’t,” she said. “Wait. You won’t regret it.”

His frustrated groan only lasted for a second: she shifted position slightly again, and suddenly, he could feel her thighs on either side of his, he could feel her hands pressing down the mattress next to his shoulders, and more importantly, he could feel her on him, soaking wet and trembling even as she touched him. She didn’t even use her hand to guide him, she rocked her hips and he slid right inside her.

He gasped and made no other sound, his brains disconnecting from his vocal cords to focus entirely on the lower part of his body; the part that was now completely wrapped inside pulsing, warm, tight, wet flesh; the part that was feeling the echoes of Nagisa’s heartbeats well enough to detect that they were accelerating; the part that was now being stroked as well as clamped tight within the hot, slick embrace as Nagisa started riding him.

She moved up, slowly, until he was almost completely out, and the cool air from the room reached every exposed nerves, making him shiver. She pushed back down just as slowly and her flesh parted around him again, welcoming him back in inch by inch and closing in again, tightening as though to prevent him from leaving again.

He thought he cried out, but didn’t hear any sound.

She kept the slow rhythm, pulling up and pushing back down slowly, savouring the nearly soundless moans, letting her boy toy enjoy every small sensation, building him back up little by little, until her own body started screaming in protest as her own pleasure neared its peak.

Her intention had been to keep going slowly and encourage Tommy to go for a third round afterwards so he could pound into her at his leisure, but her self control failed somewhere around her tenth ride up his shaft. She accelerated and her own feelings took over as her movements made him hit the sweet spot inside her.

Even through his earplugs, Tommy could hear her scream quite clearly when she came, and the fact it was the only thing he could hear in an otherwise silent world, coupled with the sudden waves of increased pressure as her muscles rolled around him, pulling him in even further, forbidding him to leave, was far too much to resist. He came almost immediately, his voice returning as he cried out as well, waves of pleasure washing over his entire body and blocking out any thoughts or any other feeling.

She collapsed on him, breathing hard, her heart hammering madly against his chest and her inner muscles twitching in the aftershocks, sending more jolts of pleasure right through him. They lay like that for a while, and Tommy was about to doze off when it occurred to him that it was the first time he’d come more than once but his partner hadn’t. She had done so much work, it hardly seemed fair.

He undid his restraints but kept his arms up so she wouldn’t notice. He pulled his earplugs out and was able to confirm she was still awake.

He rolled her over in one fluid motion and she gasped, suddenly finding herself pinned under him. Her gasp turned into a chuckle.

“Animal,” she teased. “No, sorry, you’re no beast. You’re a machine.”

“A bit of both,” he replied, taking off his blindfold to look her in the eyes. “Your pulse isn’t slowing down much,” he remarked. He moved his hand to cup her. “And you’re still very, very wet.”

He used his thumb to press against her clitoris and she gasped again, tensing.

“Who’s a machine?” he asked. “You want more, don’t you?”

She wetted her lips. “I was planning for three rounds,” she purred. “But I wasn’t sure you’d be up to it…”

Her own hand trailed down and found him very literally up to it. He took a sharp intake of breath at her touch and pulled away slightly, positioning himself. She lifted her legs to his shoulders and he pushed inside her, burying himself in one push, pushing against the sensitive spot inside her and pressing down ever so slightly on her clitoris. He bent down and started nibbling at her neck, quickly finding a spot that made her heart flutter and exploiting it shamelessly.

She moaned and was rewarded by his hand seizing one of her nipples and pinching it, then moving to the other one before heading straight down between their stomachs and finding her clitoris, stroking and pinching the small bundle of nerves even as he started pumping in and out of her, still suckling at her neck, changing spot each time she started getting used to the sensation.

She came harder than she would have expected for seconds, grinding herself against him and her cries of pleasure turning to whimpers as he continued to lick her neck, providing pleasure beyond her breaking point. He mercifully stopped fairly soon, his attention shifting lower again, and changed his position slightly, optimizing his angle before he started pounding into her, making her cry out again, this time in sheer lust as he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside her, faster and faster until he cried out too as he came again.

He rolled off her to avoid crashing on her and she immediately rolled to her side to snuggle against him. He slid one arm under her neck, rested the other on her waist, and was well on his way to complete unconsciousness when she cursed under her breath.

“Hmm?” he groaned questioningly. “Something wrong?”

“I’m just an idiot,” she grumbled. “I brought a silk scarf and it’s still in my bag, I completely forgot about it.”

His eyes popped opened wide as his imagination attempted to picture what silk would have felt like while his sense of touch had been in overdrive and it had seemed like every single nerve ending he had was on fire. He was brought back to reality by her snickering.

“Tell you what,” she said, nuzzling closer, “we’ll do this again when you come back, and we’ll use it then.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he chuckled. She didn’t answer; instead, her breathing slowed down as she drifted off to sleep. His own mind drifted and he happily passed out as well.

***

Tommy was brutally awakened by a splash of icy water, complete with a few ice cubes that bounced off his cheeks and forehead.

Nagisa was awakened just as brutally by Tommy’s screaming and by Tommy’s father’s laughing.

“Father!” Tommy groaned. “What was THAT…” the question died when he noticed the morning noises coming from outside. He glanced at his clock, cursed and shot out of bed towards the bathroom: he had a lesson starting in less than ten minutes, with the worst possible teacher to be late for.

“Hurry up!” his father called, more to increase his son’s panic than because the advice was really needed. “You know Obake Obasan hates to wait!”

A new string of curses came from the bathroom. The youngest of the Arashikage Masters turned back to the bed and its currently beet red occupant.

“Nagisa-kun,” he said, giving her a grinning nod. “I assume you also have some kind of lesson this morning and therefore that you’re also late. I’ll leave and let you put something else on than sheets.”

The Fearless Master then left the room, laughing anew. Tommy shot out into the common room with most of his gi back on moments later and stopped by the door long enough to glare at him while securing his belt.

“I heard you come back in the middle of the night,” he growled. “You could just as easily have woken me up on time! And don’t say you were sleeping; you ALWAYS wake up at dawn, even when you’re home late!”

His father smirked. “Now where would the fun have been in that? Besides, you were sleeping so well… I take it she used that blindfold and those earplugs I saw on the floor well.”

Tommy snarled but didn’t bother with an answer, instead running out the door. He still had about a minute, and therefore, a slim chance of avoiding a painful death at the hand of the Hard Master’s terrifying wife. Nagisa followed shortly after, barely stopping long enough to bow to the Fearless Master on her way out – not that he noticed, having his head between his arms on the table and shaking with laughter.
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