“It’s for good luck,” Sasori lied, staring at the Third Kazekage.
Somewhere in the distance, a firework cracked, and fizzled. Pink flashed across their faces— then green. Blue. It glinted against the kazekage’s ceremonial jewelry, draped over white robes, and dazzling in its brightness. Beautiful. Gorgeous.
Art.
Another rainbow of colors flared over them. The sky snapped and crackled. Finally, Third nodded.
“Very well. One kiss,” he agreed, mouth twitching. “For good luck, and nothing more.”
Even with Sunagakure’s current financial situation, there’s always room in the budget for a beach vacation.
Short fic where the Suna fam trade in one patch of sand for another (with a bit more water and a bit more skin).
For@sasori-mini-bang Day 2: Summer Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Saso/San, Rasa/Karura
“Lord Third,” Rasa started, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. This has been an ongoing conversation with his cousin– sometimes it was a different hobby, or a different interest that caught the Kazekage’s attention. But it all boiled down to the same discussion between Sunagakure’s financial situation and Sunagakure’s (read: the Kazekage’s) best interest. “We don’t have a budget for…” Rasa lifted the piece of paper he was holding and squinted. “…a beach episode.”
Ballet AU, Third Kazekage (“San”)/Sasori, nothing to tag but the drama for now! this is going to be a longer work, at least 5 more chapters before i can get to the end of the story, but i can’t promise a date on the update…
Ballet AU, Third Kazekage (“San”)/Sasori, nothing to tag but the drama for now! this is going to be a longer work, at least 5 more chapters before i can get to the end of the story, but i can’t promise a date on the update…
Summary: Sasori had a plan to take the king’s life and add it to his collection of immortalized souls, his last moments wrapped in a masquerade dance that would enchant him blind. Things don’t go according to plan. Pairing: SasoSan
Excerpt:
The dagger clattered to the ground, it’s jeweled pommel catching what little moonlight filtered into the old abandoned church. Purple poison, thick and deadly, splattered where there should have been blue blood. Sasori kept a trembling hand over his mask, lest his identity slip through his fingers as his evening plans and lifetime ambitions did.
Not that it mattered anymore. Not when the king had drawn both his saber and Sasori’s blood. “Who would have thought,” the king said, a sharp smile playing on his lips. “That assassins could be so beautiful.”
Summary: Sasori decides to do a favor for the fairy king, presently known as Third. Who owes who is a subject of scholarly debate.
Warnings: sexual quid pro quo, power difference, sasori is plotting and third goes along with it, oral, adult things, so forth. Please read part one first.
