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Gai is twelve minutes late to his kidnapping, hands stained with the henna for Tenten’s (no, Yeshe’s) hair. But his kidnapper is kindly waiting, hand curled around the not yet jagged hilt of his sword. “Shall we make this quick, Kasumi-chan?” Gai asks, his red fists readied.

Sharp teeth in perfect agonizing rows gleam in the low cloud-light. “Kisame,” he snarls, “Get it right, dumbass.”

And Gai (because he is Gai right now, and not Xiaolong for all he wears the yukata with the perfectly tied obi) allows himself to trip in his geta—he expects Kisame’s grapple, but not the cloying genjutsu that accompanies it—sunlight and ripe fruit assault his senses, and he chooses not to fight, as a courtesy for being late, as a false afternoon stretches long and painless.

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He comes to in an unfamiliar bed, tied with ropes that are insultingly lax. His yukata and hadajuban have been pushed open, held only by his mussed obi, and his compression top has been pulled up to reveal his fatly muscled chest. “Awww, finally awake,” Kisame says, and bites into his areola.

The sharp points sink in like fire, and Gai’s body jerks and arches, his chest pushed up into Kisame’s mouth, and he forces himself not to break the ropes.

Kisame pulls off, and already a perfect purple ring of bruises glows around his erect nipple. That smirk, those teeth that should be back on Gai. “If you wanna stop, you know how,” but his thick calloused fingers slip into Gai’s cunt, easy easy easy, and Gai shudders, stretching stretching around the two fingers that hook into him. “Swam in lakes drier than you.”

“That sounds—like a line from my dear Kakashi’s books,” Gai gasps, and holds his arms and legs still to not break the ropes.

A growl. Those perfect rows of teeth sink into his chest again, and Gai squeezes around Kisame’s fingers, pain shaking under his skin like that moment before a stone-nin’s trap collapses. Kisame yanks his fingers out, wet, so embarrassingly wet, and then—his long and thin twin penises squish side by side to press press press into Gai.

And—oh, oh, oh, he’s taken them both before, certainly, but not so soon, not like this. The short, controlled thrust makes him spread open. His leg jerks and rope unspools, and Kisame mouths up to his shoulder, teeth threatening at the tense muscle there, “Say it,” he says, hot, wet, against Gai’s skin.

“Kazuki!” Gai wails, and—

Kisame tears at Gai’s shoulders with his teeth and sinks both his cocks all the way into Gai in one swift motion, till he can just feel the pelvic fin brush against his perineum. Something cracks. It might be the bed, because his hands come free, ropes and all, and he claws at Kisame’s back, and Kisame takes the hint—even as Gai gasps, “Kanami!” to really get his point across.

Fast, fast, fast—because they must be fast, if Gai is to make his escape before Neji (Lianghai) finishes cooking dinner—Kisame thrusts and thrusts, and his penises start to curl together inside Gai, so intimate, deeper than all but Gai’s longest toy, and the incandescent points of Kisame’s teeth find Gai’s neck, bruising and brutal and perfect, and Gai falls and falls into the trap, his feet pulling free to curl around Kisame’s waist.

Kisame must come, too, because his penises slowly draw themselves out, and Gai feels wet trickling out of him, most of it Kisame’s thin, watery come. “I’m free,” Gai says, after a moment, his breath coming heavy. “Your trap has failed, Kageyuki!”

“Oh, fuck off,” Kisame says, his mouth nearly soft against where he had bit Gai.

But Kisame pulls off him to get dressed, hiding his smooth penises away in his high-waisted pants, and then yanking his coat on. The bell and hat go on next, and then, with a tingle, he’s gone. Likely to find food, only to discover his ‘captive’ has once again escaped into the slanting twilight.

It takes Gai a moment to pull himself together, quivering, and wonderfully bruised. But as he rearranges his clothes, he finds the new Leaf Bingo book tucked into his obi.

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Their old names aren’t in it, yet. For now, they’re safe. Gai breathes out his nose as he pulls his yukata on, and rushes to meet his team for dinner.