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endless_scrolls) wrote2010-06-24 11:05 pm
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Rough Around the Edges
Title: Rough Around the Edges
Type: Fanfic
Fandom: AU!Naruto
Character(s): Tenten, Zetsu; brief mentions of Uchiha Madara, Sasori
Pairing(s): Zetsu/Tenten with a twist... and on the rocks
Warning(s): Implications of cannibalism and sexual acts. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: ...Because as creepy as it looks/sounds, it's kinda hawt too >>;... ♥
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semchance. I love your muses. Period.
Zetsu liked to bite. The sharp feeling of his teeth digging into her skin confirmed it.
It was no surprise to her, really. There had been rumors milling about amongst the clan members and associates, even before she had been enlisted to join their ranks. No one could ever find a grain of truth to prove that such acts even happened, though, so it was all swept under the rug of obscurity and myth. Zetsu obsession with blood and skin and flesh was nothing but an organization myth that was told to scare the newer recruits and weed out the faint of heart from advancing further through the maze of promotions that would ultimately bring them into the very core of the Uchiha's structure of power. At least, that was the plan.
Those residing within his tiered circle of trust were either smart enough to suspect otherwise or knew better than to believe that fodder.
The benefits of being Madara's right-hand man, she supposed with a soft chuckle and a smirk as he shoved her against the nearest wall. He had always seemed, to Tenten, like the type to be very physical and rough with every aspect of his life, whether it was disposing of a body or simply carrying out Madara's daily demands in the high-rise headquarters while they dealt out their business of lies and deception. And while their age differences was certainly a cause for hesitation, the young woman could not help but be drawn to the danger.
Inhaling deeply, Tenten did not hesitate to do some digging herself, pressing her newly trimmed nails into the skin of the man's shoulder as his hips jerked sharply against hers. And could only smirk when a low purr seemed to rumble from his chest. She could still smell the blood of the body on his skin, her skin. And see the spray of red when the blade had sliced cleanly through the man's neck with ease. But what had been the final nail in her breaking will had been way he had pulled the trigger without hesitation, ending the informant's misery and splattering his brain across the pavement.
The want and lust in his eyes as he stared down at the body was nothing short of intoxicating.
A quick call to Sasori to dispose of the corpse and the two of them found themselves stumbling through the dark corridors of the underground base within the hour. And then to the nearest closet they could find.
No words needed to be said, no agreement discussed. They both knew the truth of the matter, that this could be nothing more than what it was: two associates finding release in each other to the dark and seedy world that they existed in. Which was perfectly fine. Affection only created liability and ultimately heartache at so many unnecessary losses. Tenten was perfectly content to losing herself in the passion and animalistic pleasure of their bodies as long as it erased the cruelties of their profession. And with one final push of his hips -- one final breath of ecstasy -- their bubble of pure pleasure came to a euphoric end.
And for a few brief moments, Tenten was content with life again... until they both came down from their sexual high and returned to the truth of reality. That he was not as unassuming and smooth -- collected -- as the organization would have people believe. And neither was she.
Type: Fanfic
Fandom: AU!Naruto
Character(s): Tenten, Zetsu; brief mentions of Uchiha Madara, Sasori
Pairing(s): Zetsu/Tenten with a twist... and on the rocks
Warning(s): Implications of cannibalism and sexual acts. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: ...Because as creepy as it looks/sounds, it's kinda hawt too >>;... ♥
Dedicated to:
semchance. I love your muses. Period.Zetsu liked to bite. The sharp feeling of his teeth digging into her skin confirmed it.
It was no surprise to her, really. There had been rumors milling about amongst the clan members and associates, even before she had been enlisted to join their ranks. No one could ever find a grain of truth to prove that such acts even happened, though, so it was all swept under the rug of obscurity and myth. Zetsu obsession with blood and skin and flesh was nothing but an organization myth that was told to scare the newer recruits and weed out the faint of heart from advancing further through the maze of promotions that would ultimately bring them into the very core of the Uchiha's structure of power. At least, that was the plan.
Those residing within his tiered circle of trust were either smart enough to suspect otherwise or knew better than to believe that fodder.
The benefits of being Madara's right-hand man, she supposed with a soft chuckle and a smirk as he shoved her against the nearest wall. He had always seemed, to Tenten, like the type to be very physical and rough with every aspect of his life, whether it was disposing of a body or simply carrying out Madara's daily demands in the high-rise headquarters while they dealt out their business of lies and deception. And while their age differences was certainly a cause for hesitation, the young woman could not help but be drawn to the danger.
Inhaling deeply, Tenten did not hesitate to do some digging herself, pressing her newly trimmed nails into the skin of the man's shoulder as his hips jerked sharply against hers. And could only smirk when a low purr seemed to rumble from his chest. She could still smell the blood of the body on his skin, her skin. And see the spray of red when the blade had sliced cleanly through the man's neck with ease. But what had been the final nail in her breaking will had been way he had pulled the trigger without hesitation, ending the informant's misery and splattering his brain across the pavement.
The want and lust in his eyes as he stared down at the body was nothing short of intoxicating.
A quick call to Sasori to dispose of the corpse and the two of them found themselves stumbling through the dark corridors of the underground base within the hour. And then to the nearest closet they could find.
No words needed to be said, no agreement discussed. They both knew the truth of the matter, that this could be nothing more than what it was: two associates finding release in each other to the dark and seedy world that they existed in. Which was perfectly fine. Affection only created liability and ultimately heartache at so many unnecessary losses. Tenten was perfectly content to losing herself in the passion and animalistic pleasure of their bodies as long as it erased the cruelties of their profession. And with one final push of his hips -- one final breath of ecstasy -- their bubble of pure pleasure came to a euphoric end.
And for a few brief moments, Tenten was content with life again... until they both came down from their sexual high and returned to the truth of reality. That he was not as unassuming and smooth -- collected -- as the organization would have people believe. And neither was she.
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*hides River's eyes but needed to use the pout icon*
Mostly just oh em gee well done you for finally writing these two. It was worth the wait and agony, as it always is~
*ignores the eyes and PB and is drawn to the pout*
It was the Zetsu purring and cute that prompted me to write this. And I enjoyed every minute of it~