Title: Affirming Comfort
Author:
sensuelles Rating: M
Pairing: Pein/Konan
Word Count: 940
Summary: The two of them were always better in expressing through actions than words.
Affirming Comfort
There’s a sense of urgency tonight.
Konan winces in pain as he enters her- too early and much too fast; her fingers clench reflexively and nails dig into his bare back. He hisses but doesn’t ease up, does not slow his pace as he pumps in and out of her, in and out, full deep thrusts that leave her gasping and breathless, eyes clenched shut.
She’s quick to respond, angling her hips to meet his every push, giving him what he needs, but taking her fill as well. It burns, but she ignores the pain. This isn’t their slow paced, usual lovemaking. It isn’t rhythmic or tender and he doesn’t bother with foreplay.
“Worried?” She asks, her voice barely a whisper.
Konan opens her eyes to meet those of her lover’s; he continues to pump swiftly and frantically, hovering over her, his body already beading with sweat.
If Pein registers her question, he gives no indication. Those familiar, rimmed eyes stare back blankly; but she knows he’s heard her, as surely as she knows his reason for bringing this side of himself into what is sacred between them.
“You’ve never lost a fight.”
“I know.”
Large callused hands roam her back, pulling her closer, sheathing him impossibly deeper into her. She clenches her inner muscles around him, the way he likes, and mimics his actions by running her own hands across his back, drawing circles and soothing the welts she’d made with her nails.
Pein shudders and huffs a soft open-mouthed sigh of pleasure, stopping his forward thrust to momentarily savour the sensation. Just briefly. When he resumes his actions, there is a momentum to his movements and he has slowed down slightly to set a pace for them. She adjusts accordingly and follows.
Lips place a kiss at the corner of her mouth, his piercings scratching her nose and chin before moving to the side of her face and over the shell of her ear. They are alone in their bedroom. The rest of Akatsuki have left on various missions and Madara is away monitoring the Uchiha boy again. There is no one around for miles. Pein’s smooth, deep voice rumbles in her eardrum as he murmurs quietly to her, almost musingly,
“We’ve lost most of our comrades to Konoha.”
He pulls out of her; kisses turn frantic again as he attacks the juncture between her ear and neck. A hot and wet tongue is leaving a trail of saliva headed steadily downward towards her breasts.
“Our comrades weren’t gods.”
The words are barely out of Konan’s mouth before she arches into him, moaning as he takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks. The friction between the cold metal of his tongue piercing and her hyper sensitive flesh is incredible.
“Hidan and Kakuzu…” His breath splays over her skin, sending shivers quivering up and down her spine.
Pein’s hands are roaming once more as they slide along her sides to the thighs, giving one tight squeeze before he hooks an arm around a leg and pries it open wider, leaving him more access. She doesn’t stop him, but shifts around a bit on the bed to make herself more comfortable.
“…were not gods.” She states firmly again, reaching down to pull him up by one hand, the other clamping down firmly at the back of his head to guide him to her mouth.
Pein tastes salty, bitter and so utterly familiar that Konan melts immediately to the touch of his lips on hers. She senses the strain in his muscles give way under her hand. Their kiss is heated and passionate; the two of them were always better in expressing through actions than words, after all.
When they stop for breath, Pein takes the opportunity to reach down slowly and aligns himself against her again. Konan watches him carefully.
“Nagato.” His eyes look up sharply, giving her his full attention. She rarely ever calls him by that name. “Don’t let him get to you.”
Him. There’s no need to elaborate further, not for the man who has given and taken everything from them. The man whose red clouds are stained into their cloaks and branded into their souls.
It’s a relief when he’s inside her again and the sensation carries their thoughts from him.
“You’ll be fine.” She tells him.
They settle into their usual pace and she closes her eyes, relaxed and content in the familiarity. Her Nagato.
He rests his forehead against hers, nose to nose, his movements slow, gentle and worshipful. “We’ll be fine. You’re an angel, after all.”
Konan smiles and kisses him, pulling him close to finish what they’d started.
The sun’s first rays are heralded by their mutual cries of climax. In the aftermath, Pein rests his head atop Konan’s chest as she combs through his hair absently with one hand.
They watch the akatsuki together. Dawn.
The beginning of a new era. The promise of a new dream. A chance at true peace.
One more to go. To make the sacrifices worth everything.
Pein slowly untangles his limbs from her body, sitting up as dawn bathes them in its glow. The shadows of the night that had softened the hard planes of his face are swallowed by light. Sunlight strikes his features and he looks like the ethereal being he is. She worships him silently from where she sits.
“One more to go.” He tells her, his voice smooth, calm and authoritative.
“Yes.” She smiles, and reaches out a hand to cover his. Her Pein.
The sun has risen.
It’s a new day. God and his Angel take flight.
Fin