a/n: Feedback is loved upon with the sort of affection I usually reserve for small fuzzy things that fall down alot. Like baby penguins.

Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine, but the brilliant creator of Naruto. I just like to take em out and dirty em up a bit.
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Face flushed, Tsunade stared at the ceiling unsure if those moans were really hers. Her fingers knotted and tangled in silky black hair, kneading against a scalp that should have been warm, but felt oddly chilled against her over warm fingertips. "Oh..." She mouthed, feeling a mouth move to her neck, soft nips, softer than she'd ever expected the other boy could have managed. He always surprised her, quiet as his finger slipped around her ribs to tease along the heavy underside of her tits. A soft hiss and she looked down, blinking stupidly for a moment at golden slitted eyes that grinned wickedly up at her from under thick black lashes.

Orochimaru always slipped her name around his tongue like he was sucking on it before letting it slide past his lips. "Tsssss-unade..." He husked, voice soft as cold velvet against her stomach. She heard herself make a small noise, like the half pained whimper of a small animal as his fingers pushed down to tease along the lips of her cunt.

Her hips bucked, but she was caught, two large callused hands sliding along the curve of her hips to hold her still, pulling her ass back against a hard stomach. She flopped back, rolling slowly as her head fell to the side, burying her nose in rich smelling white hair. "Oh fuck." She stuttered as one arm wrapped around her waist, pinning her against that hard chest as hands- she wasn't sure whose- palmed and cupped one tit as a slender finger tipped up against the slick heat of her, stroking so softly, a ghost touch along her clit.

She couldn't decide what her body was doing, always so in control of her strength, her movements, Tsunade bit at her lip, eyes fluttering closed as a thick tongue darted to pepper the inside of her thigh with quick brushstrokes. She wanted to lean back, to let herself open like a paper lantern to the touch, aching and hot. She could feel the sweetness of arousal throb in her clit, pulsing with each teasing touch to the silky folds of her. She could feel two cocks, hard and smearing thick wet trails against her skin. "...please... oh you bastards...." She breathed, hips desperate for more; desperate for some sort of touch, some friction that she just felt so hollow without.

She heard Jiraiya growl lowly behind her, his voice low and sex in her ear. She tilted her head back, letting his fingers move up across her collarbone to coax another moan from her throat before he slipped and traced her mouth with one callused thumb. A flicker of her tongue and she tasted salt and rough. He groaned and she grinned, opening soft lips to suckle against the tip of his thumb, wanting to feel full somewhere.

"So hot..." He breathed, voice deeper as she felt his skin heat against her back, his cock pushing up and against the crack of her ass as Orochimaru's tongue slunk to follow the path his fingers had awakened.

A hiss of her name and she cried out, pushed open by the thick wet of his tongue, spine a livewire of need as she arched against Jiraiya. She heard a gasp and pulled her eyes open, looking down to see those golden slitted eyes looking up at her. Mesmerized and fucked slowly by the laving of his tongue she watched his mouth tilt into a curl of a smirk. "You fuck..." She breathed, helplessly pawing at that silky black hair.

"Yesssss." Orochimaru's voice slithered and vibrated against her skin and she rocked needily against him, pushing back against the thick pressure of Jiraiya's cock against her ass. Breath coming hard and fast, pushing her nipples to peak and ache into the air until Jiraiya's large rough palms shifted over them like liquid heat.

"How does... how does she taste?" Jiraiya's voice at her ear, curious and deep, cracking around the question as he shivered against her, pushing mindlessly against the soft flesh of her ass.

Orochimaru's eyes narrowed and Tsunade felt the aching cry break in her throat as his mouth left, leaving her aching, swollen and empty. She felt the mattress dip as his weight shifted and he leaned against her. His skin so pale, so soft, like rich silk against the fire under her skin. "Like fucking...." And he said it so simply, so easily that she could almost taste herself on his tongue even as he leaned past her ear to press his mouth against Jiraiya's, she could hear their kiss, hot and wet, mouths fucking viciously, passing the coppery tang of her between them even as they trapped her between hard chests and dicks.

She scratched, pulling her fingers roughly against that fragile seeming pale skin, pulled at that long silky hair and grabbed desperately at a hip behind her, pulling him roughly harder. She wanted it now, they'd started this thing. "I'm going to finish it." She whispered to herself.

She thought she heard Orochimaru's sinuous chuckle but she'd grabbed a fistful of his hair, pushing chakra into her arm and pulled his mouth away from Jiraiya, tilting that beautifully sleek face back on a neck so thing and elegant it made her want to taste it with teeth. She pushed her mouth, gnashing the words against the slow flicker of a pulse at the base of neck and shoulder. "Fuck me." She groaned, tilting her ass back to tease the small opening against the slick cock head Jiraiya was sliding against her. She glared over her shoulder, mouth swollen and red, hair mussed as her tits pushed heavily against Orochimaru. "Fuck me."

She heard a soft growl and saw the way Jiraiya's face colored darkly even as his finger's moved to his mouth, wetting between those smirking lips.

She closed her eyes then, letting herself be lead by long fingered hands, pushing her down against the mattress easily with whispered praise like the sibilant hiss of a snake and the rougher croaking growls as Jiraiya's large hand slipped to push one fingertip against her ass. "Ah!" She froze, jerking tight for a moment as he pushed gently against her there, just rocking and teasing until she pushed back and he was in, just a bit. Just enough to steal her breath and force her body tight tight tight. Orochimaru stroked her thigh gently, petting her like a lap cat as he settled on his side, fingers growing indolently curious.

"Sssoftly..." He crooned, voice lowly singsong as he stroked the crease where her thighs met, touched the damply curling hair of her sex.

She knew he wasn't talking to her, could feel the answering nod against the back of her neck. She kept her eyes closed so she wouldn't see, would just feel them needing her.

Jiraiya's finger was sliding into her now, one knuckle had become two, two had become soft strokes, easing in burning bright aches deeper into her as he worked her open with a patience she never knew he had. She felt off balance, wanting to squirm away but push back, pinned between pleasures as Orochimaru's fingers touched and tickled against her clit and along the soft lips that pulsed and ached for something larger than a touch. "Mmmmm.... more. Fuck you... more you bastards." She gritted, and cried out brightly when Jiraiya added a second finger and Orochimaru's hands pulled her knees open, bending her forward as Jiraiya's fingers stretched and fucked into her ass.

"You firsssst..." Orochimaru's voice said lowly, a rasping of gentle silks as he toyed with her clit gently. She felt Jiraiya shaking with need, could feel how desperate he was in each careful easy stroke, with each slowly cautious stretch. She was glad now he was behind her, she didn't remember Orochimaru ever having that much patience with the flesh. She felt Jiraiya's breath at her ear.

"Tsu-?"

"Just shut up and fuck me." She gritted out, eyes still closed even as that callused hand stroked the sweat damp hair from her face and she felt a blunt push against her ass. So much bigger, but oh... oh she was full, full to breaking and she cried out as the head of Jiraiya's cock pushed slow, so slow into her. He would wait, trembling and shaking behind her until she relaxed and would rock into her. The work of millimeters and she wondered briefly when he'd developed this sort of control. She could hear Orochimaru's soft sounds of pleasure, she could almost feel those golden eyes watching her as Jiraiya pushed himself in.

When Jiraiya stilled inside her, shaking and rock hard against her back she could feel the stare that crackled electric over her shoulder. She could feel the sweat prickling on his skin as he waited. She almost opened her eyes, but she kept them closed, she knew even this was a losing bet. They weren't here for her. Orochimaru slithered closer, a shift of hips and a bunching of sheets between them and a sudden thrust and he was fucking up into her. A sharp strangled gasp caught in the spider web of his hair as his tongue licked and tasted the sweet salt along her jaw. She was shaking, never been this full. Two cocks, two bodies against her and the suddenness a complete shock compared to the careful rocking opening. She felt raw and spread open, like a wire still sparking where it fell, rocking. They were so still now and she was the one moving, writhing desperately against them, unable to push back without taking Jiraiya so deep and unable to go forward without hearing that succulent hiss of Orochimaru's pleasure. She wriggled, whimpering and desperate for something, anything. Full to brim and looking for someplace to break.

All pretense gone, she felt hand slip over her, gripping opposite hips and pulling, pushing and they were fucking in tick tock rhythm. She was never empty, just one then the other, rocking with gasping rollicking breaths and needy moans. She was turning to gold between them, something conductive, something they could feel the heat and friction of the other through. She warmed and puddled with each slow rolling snap of Orochimaru's hips, with each thorough push of Jiraiya's cock. Legs tangled to the point she'd lost track of who's was where, fingers pushing against her mouth and she sucked them, moaning around them desperately as she heard the slick sound of mouths fucking near her ear. They tasted the electric shock heat of each other, feeling each push like they were fucking themselves. She was just the outlet, the livewire they touched when the need was too much.

"Talk. Tell me." She gritted and she heard the hiss of Orochimaru against the growl, like the soft snick of sword into sheath and the sound of steel on wet stone.

"He wants me on my knees for him...." Came the silky reply and she could feel the knee jerk sharp thrust that was so telling.

Jiraiya gasped and she could hear each breath, rattling loud against her ear, the warm damp breaths he hid in the skin of her neck. "I do." He whispered, telling her secrets and she knew that he was staring hotly, almost a glare at the black haired man fucking her.

"He wants me on my back, legs sssspread for him..." Orochimaru whispered. "He wants to cover me, open me up and find that soft center..." And she heard the grin on his voice, how he was teasing her even as his strokes came faster, and that cold skin heated against her tits. Only Tsunade knew that Orochimaru wanted that too.

"I would fuck you so deep..." Jiraiya groaned, and she felt his tongue dart, moving to suckle on her ear.

She felt him punctuate and cried out as the soft slap of flesh on flesh grew louder, more violent. They were fucking her now. Not the soft gentle lovemaking of stories, but the harsh rough need of violent passions.

She was dizzy, trapped and melting, growing less and less real as she became less and less important. They were fucking now, her body just a sheath for the blades that they fought with. Cocks hard, aching and stretching her open, so wet, so alive.

"You would..." Orochimaru agreed with a soft moan. "You would if I let you."

Jiraiya's body shook, rippling against her, his fingers bruising her hip even as he slipped further past her to clutch and pull the slim pale man closer. He was harder inside her, swelling and she was just fire under her skin, caught up: just a friction passing between lovers.

"Come for me lover." Orochimaru hissed, pulling Jiraiya's face over Tsunade's shoulder and catching his mouth. She heard the cry and felt the hot surge of wet in her ass as Jiraiya pumped twice hard against her and just shook, pushed so deep and tight within her as Orochimaru's hips fucked against her as she tightened, ready, needing release from this headlong scramble to the edge of something, something sweet, dark, and undefined.

She didn't need to see it to know that Jiraiya's eyes were wide, wet and full of an emotion that could have been need but was closer to hate. She didn't need to see to know that for one second Orochimaru would look almost hurt before his face crumpled in soft lines as he came, a soft low moan that shook and fluttered like a silk kimono. She could feel his forearms flexing as he kneaded against Jiraiya's hip as his hips stuttered and flexed, pushing the hot seed of his orgasm wetly deeper.

"So beautiful..." Jiraiya whispered and for a moment she pretended it was for her and she fell.

She fell and tumbled and arched, crying out so loudly her throat ached. Hands soothed her, petting her and stroking skin so hot she swore it burned as the heat spiraled through her limbs like feathered fire. Sweet honey, so dark against her tongue it tingled into her toes, curling them as her thighs shook. And then it was gone, ebbing away like the tide and she was limp and spent, shuddering between them as they touched her, fingers rubbing small circles against her hip, her arm, pushing her hair out of her face. She knew they loved her, but she also knew she would break from this kind of love.

She knew she couldn't take falling asleep and waking alone. She hated feeling used. And she was too grown up to pretend any longer.

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