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Goodbyes	By : KaramaNine Category: +G through L > G.I. Joe Views: 2002 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Goodbyes

Let's be honest here, this is shameless smut with just a wee bit of plot. Barely qualifies as a plot bunny, except for the fact it IS acting a lot like a bunny when it comes to choices of activity.

The assumption here is that Tommy/Storm Shadow is 18 or 19 and about to leave for basic training. His partner would be the same age.

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Tommy Arashikage stopped in his track when he heard and spotted his father, sitting under his favorite tree for conversation and looking as serious as the man ever did. The young man walked to the older ninja and cocked his head.

"Father?" he asked. "Did you want to talk to me? I'm on my way to see..."

"Sit down, son," his father cut him off.

Tommy knew better than to argue. He sat down.

"Are you ready to leave?" his father asked.

"Almost." It was a bit of an exaggeration, since he still had to pack, but he figured that wouldn’t take much time.

"One-word answer?" His father chuckled. "You're on your way to see one of your girlfriends, aren't you? Exchanging goodbyes before you leave for America?"

Tommy's smirk matched his old man's - as much as it was possible to match any expression his father made. Thanks to several years of voluntary cutting and burning, The Fearless Master's face was gruesomely unique.

"Yes," he said, hiding any trace of embarrassment.

"I won't be long, she'll wait. You're worth waiting for, aren't you? You can't tell me you haven't figured out how to put those ears of yours to good use when you're with a girl."

Tommy's smirk widened into a grin. "Are you kidding? I've been perfecting that for years."

"Years?" His father gave a belly laugh. "I'll bet. What would that be... all of two? Three? Maybe four? Don't answer."

Tommy chuckled. "The point is, yes, I'm sure she'll wait for a little bit," he said. "What did you want to talk about, way out here and a safe distance from the Hard Master's ears?"

His father sighed and, turning towards him, put a hand on his son's shoulder, looking very serious again. "My brothers would laugh themselves sore if they heard this," he said. "I just want you to promise me you'll be careful once you're deployed. As good as you are, you will still be in danger. Watch yourself."

Tommy nodded easily. He could think of about ten different ways to tease his father about this sudden bout of parental protectiveness, but all of them resulted in further delays in removing Setsu's clothes and besides, he could understand worrying for a loved one. "I will, father," he said instead. "I promise."

As boring as the answer was, it yielded the intended result. His father smiled, squeezed his shoulder and sent him on his way, getting up himself to go back towards the dojos.

***

Tommy found Setsu waiting when he slipped between the branches of the old willow tree, where they had agreed to meet. The tree, by its isolation, its location near a loud waterfall and the shelter it's long drooping branches provided, was a favored spot for people in search of some privacy. She was practicing her forms, oblivious to his arrival. He watched her for a few minutes, greatly enjoying the way her gi top opened on certain movements, revealing a silk red top underneath, and fully appreciative of the fact the same movements caused her breasts to bounce in a way that plainly revealed they were not supported by a bra.

The view quickly went from pleasant to slightly painful as he became more and more aroused. He wanted that gi off, and the stupid thing kept falling back into place instead of Setsu's silky whatever underneath becoming more and more visible. He noticed his breathing was becoming a bit ragged and cleared his throat. "Nice," he said. "But I think I'd rather get you to work with me on some more collaborative forms."

She turned to him with a scowl.

"You have some nerve, making me wait," she said. "What makes you think I still have time for you?"

Tommy affected a chagrined air even as his desire to pounce on her increased again due to her pout: she had very nice lips. "I ran into the Fearless Master," he explained. "But it's all right if this small delay affects your schedule too much,” he added with a deep sigh. “I have a lot to do myself before I leave for the War in three short days."

She rolled her eyes at him. "Drama Queen. You're leaving for TRAINING in three days. It'll be at least a few weeks before you're actually deployed, if they even take you."

Tommy snorted. "You know they'll take me, and so the point remains."

He moved towards her and backed her up against the trunk of the willow. He bent towards her ear to breathe into it. "What will it be? It'd be a shame to let that nice red silky thing you're wearing go to waste."

“Well, I suppose you ARE going to be away for a while, and there are so few other boys here,” she kidded, the sarcasm – there were in fact plenty of boys in the compound and they both knew she enjoyed their company as well - more playful than mean.

“The other ones aren’t nearly as much fun as I am,” Tommy played along, still whispering in very low, sultry tones into her ear. He shifted a bit against her, rubbing his erect member against her lower belly. “Won’t you miss me even a little? I’ll miss you.”

She chuckled. “Me and how many…”

He derailed her train of thought by trailing his tongue along her ear and under it, finding, as usual, JUST the right spot to concentrate on. She moaned and with her left hand, pushed his head in. Her right hand travelled to his back, stroking downward along his spine. He shivered, derailing his mouth just enough for her to get a semblance of wit back.

“You’ve been a bad boy,” she said, pulling his hair to get his head away from her neck and scowling at him. He looked at her with a fairly good impression of a repentant puppy, going as far as emitting a little whimper and cocking his head.

Tommy knew how this worked – Setsu liked a certain pattern, and he was more than willing to play along with her favourite scenario. In fact, he was inclined to think his father had done them a favour by providing Setsu with an excuse to act a bit angry.

She turned them around and slammed him into the tree, almost hard enough to hurt. She leaned against him, her face very close to his and snarling slightly. Tommy didn’t have to fake a whimper – the snarl and the play-acting were turning him on even more and his underwear were feeling uncomfortably tight by now.

“I’m very sorry…” he said plaintively.

“I need to punish you,” she growled.

Tommy swallowed and concentrated very hard on acting in order to avoid coming in his pants right there and then. Setsu had to have the sexiest growl he’d ever heard, especially when paired with the slightly elevated pulse that betrayed her own arousal.

She undid his belt as she talked. “You’re going to make it up to me,” she declared. She tugged him free of the tree long enough to pull off his top and slammed him back against the bark, then took a step back to admire the view so far.

Tommy was one of the most dedicated ninja students around, and he took after the Hard Master when it came to eating habits – where most of the other students spent their time trying to sneak in treats, this one spent his time lecturing his brothers and sisters and trying to convince them to stop ‘poisoning’ themselves. The result of this combination of hard work and strict diet were a truly spectacular physique even by ninja standards.

She swallowed and forced her face back into a stern authoritative expression as she shed her own gi and tabi, exposing the red, silk bustier-tongue combination she had picked for this occasion. Tommy’s eyes widened in a very satisfying way and he gulped. Letting her eyes trail down a bit, she noticed a bit of moisture on the front of his pants.

“Bad boy,” she scolded, “wetting your pants. Take them off. NOW.”

He eagerly obeyed and took off his underwear and tabi as well before backing against the tree again, pretending to fear her wrath and carefully concentrating on staying relatively calm and in control so he wouldn’t go off the second she touched him. The slight breeze that made it through the willow’s branches was already almost making him moan and his surroundings weren’t helping either: the rough bark on his back, the soft ground under his feet, the smell of leaves and sap around him and the sound of the rushing waterfall all contributed to making him feel very much at one with nature, which only made him want to act like an animal in heat even more. And then there was the fact a very hot girl wearing nothing but silk tightened on her breasts by fragile looking silk laces was intent on having her way with him. He twitched a bit at the thought and had to bit his lips to calm himself down somewhat.

Setsu lost her composure for a moment when Tommy’s shaft twitched. She WOULD miss that body. She felt her red silk tongue getting soaked and the whole region was starting to throb almost painfully. She swallowed and closed the distance between herself and her companion again.

”Better,” she said.

She grabbed his hand and put it on her breast. He obediently started stroking her through the silk, greatly enjoying the feel of the soft fabric against the even softer skin and quickly causing her nipple to turn into a hard nub that threaten to tear through the taut fabric. Even as he stroked her, he listened attentively to her breathing and pulse to detect which caress she’d enjoy most today – some girls were consistent and liked the same motions every time, but Setsu’s preferences seemed different each time they were together. She actually whimpered when he tried a soft pinch on her nipple and her heart rate almost doubled. He smirked and went back to different caresses for a few seconds before repeating the move. She groaned and felt around for his other hand.

Tommy had played this game with her before, he knew it was time for phase two: Setsu only liked to dominate because she wanted to eventually be overpowered, and the time to do it was when the orders became pleas or, as was the case now, when her gestures became clumsy.

“I’ll give you a bad boy,” he growled, pinching her nipple just a little bit harder – not enough to hurt, but enough to make her whimper in want and pleasure. Her eyes flew opened and, strictly to not make things too easy for him, she tried to scowl again.

“Your other hand, Tommy,” she ordered. “You will…”

He interrupted her with a firm kiss and, in the same motion, pushed himself away from the tree. He turned them around much like she had done earlier and pinned her against the age-old bark. Somewhere above them, a bird chirped.

“I will do what I want, Setsuko,” he growled, adding the childish suffix to further establish that he was now in charge. “And right now, I want that thing off.”

Her bustier-like top was closed and held tight on the front with lace – it was obviously not meant for support or solidity, and the lace came undone almost instantly, causing the top of the one-piece lingerie to fall, coming to rest on her hips where the attached tongue was tightened by similar laces. Tied to the lace on the left side was a preservative, something Tommy was rather grateful for since the one he’d brought was all the way on the ground, somewhere in the pockets of his pants, and would take several more seconds to reach.

The conspicuous little packet also drew Tommy’s attention to the fact Setsu’s panties were just as silky as her top. He decided they could stay on for just a moment longer and slipped his hand between her legs, parting them to reach the silk. It was strictly to stay in character that he resisted moaning when he closed his hand on the wet silk and pressed it into her warm folds, feeling her right through the thin fabric. Her pulse jumped and she let out a small cry of pleasure.

“Naughty girl,” he scolded. “You KNOW silk drives me crazy.”

He grabbed her wrist and forcibly drew her hand to the undone top currently lying limp around her hips, positioning himself so that his cock was within reach. “Stroke me with it. You wore it, you use it.”

To further encourage her, he made himself withdraw his other hand from stroking her labia, implying she’d get no more pleasure until she complied. She whimpered and immediately pressed the silk against him, wrapping it around him as well as the limited amount of free fabric would allow and securing it with her hand.

He took in a sharp intake of breath and his head dipped back on its own. She started stroking up and down his shaft and he moaned helplessly, all his willpower currently occupied with not coming in her silk-covered hand. As nice as this was, it wasn’t quite what he was aching for.

He undid the lace holding the condom and one side of her panties with one hand and with the other, snatched hers away from his throbbing member. He shoved the condom in her hand and pinned her harder against the tree before leaning in and nibbling at her neck. He found a spot that made her heart flutter almost right away – she was a bundle of nerves by now, much like he was – and licked at it as long as he could stand. He was HURTING by now, but he wasn’t about to let his last time with Setsu for who knew how long be a let down for either of them. He wanted her to hold a very good memory of him, he wanted to be missed.

He trailed his tongue down along her neck to her collarbone, and, as slowly as he could, to her breast. He curled his lips inward to cover his teeth and pinched her nipple between his thus hardened lips. She moaned and her hips bucked a bit. He sucked on the hard nub and licked the part inside his mouth. Her moan turned to a mix between a whimper and a cry, and she tried to grab him. He batted her hand away and let go of her breast to raise his face back up to hers.

“No,” he said sternly. “You’re calling me a bad boy, you’re getting a bad boy. You WILL do what I say, because you. Are. MINE. And right now, you don’t get to touch me.”

Her pulse picked right up again and she nodded, her pupils dilated. She licked her lips, Tommy thought without being aware of it. He nodded approvingly, still frowning, and went back down, this time to give her other nipple some attention.

Despite her very satisfying moans and although it was just as lovely as the other one, it took Tommy his willpower to linger at all on this breast – he didn’t think he’d ever been so hard and every second he was not pushing inside her felt like torture. Although her moans quieted when he moved downward from her breast, her breathing became more ragged and her hips swayed as she anticipated where his mouth was going.

He reflected he could be bad and stop there, assert his dominance a bit more, make her beg, but he wanted to do that before actually taking her, and he didn’t really want to do it twice – much too time consuming.

He trailed his tongue along the side of her stomach, angling towards where she wanted him, but veered at the last second to lick down her thigh. She whimpered and put her hands below his ears to try and guide him back up. He turned his chuckle into a reasonably convincing growl and pulled her hands away. She muttered something that may have been an apology if it hadn’t been interrupted by her moaning in sheer desire as he moved his lips to her other leg and started inching his way back up.

He gave a long lick from the entrance to her vagina to just under her clitoris and repeated. Once, Twice…

“Tommy…” she begged, “please… I’m sorry I was bad, I’ll be good. Please…”

He obligingly went all the way up with his next lick and she cried out, her pulse jumping up again. He repeated the full motion again, deliberately slow, deliberately not quite bringing her over the edge. He moved away and got up after a minute or so, by which time she was trembling and swaying her hips, obviously hurting as much as he was.

He pinned her against the tree again, pressing his body against her briefly before backing away slightly. Not trusting his voice, he pointed at the condom that was still in her hands with as much authority as he could put into his hand. She nodded, unwrapped it and slipped it on him. She was barely done that he grabbed both her arms and pressed them against the tree, on either side of her.

“You want it?” he asked huskily.

She nodded, whimpering.

He debated internally for about a quarter of a second whether that qualified as making her bed and decided that it did. He felt for her entrance and pushed himself into her in one motion. She was so wet that he slid right in the tight space, pushing her flesh apart only for it to close back on him, pressing on all sides, warm and tight and…

He forced his thoughts away from that and let go of her arms, holding the tree instead and using it as extra leverage to pump into her hard and fast, coming almost all the way out each time, only to bury himself all the way back in, his balls hitting her and not helping with his self control at all, while he left his chest pressed against hers to keep her feeling pinned to the tree.

She came within seconds, clamping down around him and bucking against his own movements, crying out his name in a very satisfying manner before digging her teeth into his shoulder. It was all way too much for him to resist and he came too, with something between a groan and a cry, his studied pushes becoming frantic trusts as he spurted.

He let himself lean a bit against her when he was done, panting and still pulsing. She clamped down around him again as an aftershock went through her, sending an incredibly pleasant electrical shock through his currently very sensitive shaft.

It was a few more minutes, during which she pressed down around him more weakly a few more times, making him pulse in answer and making both of them groan a bit, before he finally pulled away and out. She flopped to her knees in a full crouch and flashed a slightly sad smile up at him. He crouched in front of her too and stroked her cheek, smiling back.

“I’ll miss you too,” he said.

She snickered and shook her head at the presumption.

“Sure you will,” she said. “Me and everyone else. I’ll miss you too. Now go on, soldier-boy, you got some packing to do, don’t you?”

He nodded and got up, still smiling. The two got dressed in silence and went their separate ways, her towards the weapons range where her next lesson was scheduled, him towards the house he shared with his father to start packing before he was due in the sword training yard.

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