A/N: This one is for all the ladies in the audience...

Pein/Konan drabble collection - Prompt: A man with class

Today had been extremely annoying for Pein. Nobody else in the hideout had been around, and he had to go on a solo mission himself. The mission had him trussed up in a tuxedo, disguised as a party-goer. A fancy party, no less. He had even had to use his original body to complete the mission, as his other bodies were too heavily pierced for such a thing. The body of Nagato was still untouched, free of scars or piercings. It was a calculated risk on his part, but one worth taking. After all, there was a substantial reward for this mission. Even so, he began to feel empathy for his partner Konan, after all the times she had to dress just so for a mission.

He mingled as he was supposed to, finding out any information he could. It wasn't the worst mission he had experienced, at least the food was alright. Even so, the music and dancing just didn't catch his interest. Right now, all he wanted to do was get that damn tie off. As he leaned against the wall, an idea suddenly came to mind. It seemed he was the one dressed up this time. Maybe he should use this to his advantage...

Konan finally entered the hideout, exhausted from a long day. She had encountered a few hunters, but nothing she couldn't handle. She just felt like shit. Her back cracked as she stretched, wearily stepping towards the room she shared with Pein. Ever since the first time together, she hadn't used her own room further down the hall. With one last stretch, she pushed the door open and turned on the light. Her eyes widened suddenly, spotting her partner waiting just across the small room. He was in his original body, Nagato... but why? His sharp gray eyes gazed across the room forcefully, watching her expression as she noticed him. He was dressed so formally, leaning against the wall, long-stemmed blue rose between his teeth seductively. She couldn't help but stare. For a long time, she had secretly found men with true class to be very attractive, and right now she couldn't even move under his heavy gaze.

Nagato's long black hair slid to one side as he pushed off the wall, approaching her slowly. His eyes gleamed silver, glinting mischievously. He knew exactly what he was doing, what he was making her think. With a slight nod, he offered the long rose to her. She took it after realizing that yes, this was not a dream, and smiled appreciatively. He then offered to take her cloak, and hung it next to his on the nearby rack, turning around to watch her reaction. For a moment, she didn't say a word, just stood there watching, twirling the rose in her hand absently. Then, with a smirk, she finally spoke her mind. "Somehow you don't strike me as the classy type."

He smirked right back. "I suppose you could say I had a bit of inspiration."

Her low laugh filled the silence. "Now you know how I feel about dress-up missions. However..." She glanced up at him, eyes sparkling slightly. "I must admit I enjoy this one."

His brow raised curiously. "I had no idea you liked these uncomfortable suits." He straightened his tie, still feeling like the darn thing was choking him.

She stepped forward and grabbed him by the tie, deftly slipping it from his neck. "It's not the suit, Nagato, it's the man in it." He twitched slightly at the use of his old name, but found he didn't mind it when she used it. "I like a man with class."

"So you don't care about the fancy dinners and romantic evenings as long as you have the man with class?"

"I never said I didn't care," she said with a smirk. "But even so, all I want is you." She had never laid a finger on his original form, at least not since they were children. Even then, it had been nothing. It was like the first time all over again as she touched his cheek, running her hand down his neck and to his collar, undoing the buttons of the jacket slowly. He gratefully allowed her to take it off, the whole thing feeling quite unbearable. Under that was a plain red vest and white long-sleeved dress shirt, but she wanted to help him get rid of that too. However, he caught her hands before she could move to undress him further, and she looked up at him questioningly.

He only smiled slightly. "You don't even want to eat first?"

She retorted with a smirk. "How the hell am I supposed to think about food with you wrapped up like a present in front of me?"

"Not even a shower?"

She was about to retort that no, she would much rather be dirty and in bed, but she quickly changed her tone, turning flirty and glancing up at him suggestively. "Only if you make me."

His eyes widened briefly. "If that's the only way." He reached for her shirt, slipping it slowly from her lithe body. She returned the favor, undoing each little button on both his vest and shirt, shoving both aside to let her hands brush up his chest. The backs of his fingers trailed up one side of her chest, feeling that same sexy bra that had tempted him the first time. A small smile graced his lips as he reached for the little black skirt she always wore under her cloak, glancing down at the high boots she wore with it. Somehow he had always secretly thought those were the sexiest thing she had in her wardrobe. She tugged at his stiff pants, easing the last really irritating piece of clothing from him. He made sure to reciprocate, tugging her skirt off in response.

For a moment he just watched appreciatively as she was left in only her undergarments and those increasingly sexy boots. He had long since lost his own shoes when he came into his room. Those things were even worse than that stupid tie. She shook off the tall boots, leaving him a bit disappointed though he knew it was a step towards his next favorite state of undress. Perhaps she was a bit hasty, but neither seemed to mind when she tugged off the last of their clothes and dragged him into the shower with her. Her lips met his in a sudden clash while he reached behind to turn the water on, picking a hot temperature. Not that they would need the heat with their passion already making him sweat...

"Come on, Sasori-Danna, he might be in trouble, un!"

Sasori struggled to keep Deidara away from Pein's door. "Do you want to die, brat? Stay out!"

"But Leader-sama's chakra is going crazy, maybe someone's attacking, un!"

"Idiot, Leader is FINE, believe me!" He tugged harder at Deidara's arm.

"But the last time you didn't let me go into Kisame's room when this happened, he had all kinds of injuries around his neck the next morning, un."

"Just get away from the door! He'll kill you if you go in there!"

"But he might be hurt!"

"Brat... Don't you get it? Konan came back from her mission just a while ago."

"I know, un! Her chakra is going crazy too, un. Maybe they're both under attack! Like when Kisame showed up injured, Itachi did too, un."

Sasori sweat-dropped. "You're such a moron... They aren't being attacked, they're... uh..."

Deidara turned to face his partner. "What? What are they doing, un?"

The puppet master pinched his sinuses with frustration. "Don't tell me nobody ever gave you 'the talk' before."

"...huh? What talk, un?"

Sasori paused a long time. "You know... when a man and a woman love each other very much..."

"Uhh..."

He frowned, sarcasm leaking out heavily. "Must I give you a live demonstration, idiot?" His eyes traversed over his partner's artistic body. Actually, maybe a demonstration wouldn't be so bad... "Come here brat, I'll tell you all about it..."

His hands-Nagato's hands-ran down Konan's back, already wet from the water constantly falling all around them. He kissed her again and again, clinging to her lithe form. Suddenly, she turned off the water, her eyes meeting his seductively. She leaned close, her lips brushing against his cheek. "Let's move this somewhere more comfortable." He couldn't agree more, and he watched as she lung a towel at his head, drying herself off swiftly with her own towel. His lips quirked in a smirk as he hastily dried off, noticing her sly wink as she turned out into the hallway, her bare hips tilting in a beckoning sway.

His eyes widened at her enticing posture and he tossed the towel away, not caring if he wasn't dry yet. He followed her path, pouncing the moment she neared the bed. She tugged him down roughly, his damp skin slick against hers. Her hands slid up his back, warm fingers teasing his chilled skin, shivers going down his spine. He pulled close to her, leaving heated kisses up her neck all the way to her soft lips, lingering there as he kissed her deeply. They fought for dominance again, though not as brutally as they usually did, the battle more like a dance, slow and rhythmic. She allowed him to win this time, succumbing to the pleasure he was inducing.

He kept up the slow torture, keeping himself from just taking her swiftly as he was used to. No, this was for her this time, he wanted her to feel that he could keep control of himself. She was enjoying every lingering touch, her small noises filling the otherwise silent space, her arching body so teasingly brushing against his. Her eyes opened slightly, locking with his, her glance reflecting complete trust in him. That's what he wanted. That was all he ever wanted from her. He leaned in, kissing her softly before glancing down at her again. She only smiled, brushing his cheek with her fingers.

Odd, he seemed to be his old self again, she thought. He was still the one she had fallen in love with, no matter which form he took. She sighed lightly, her fingers brushing against his palm until their fingers interlocked, looking up when he clenched slightly. He knew what she meant by the gesture. It had been like this when they were children, clutching on to each other when they were scared. However, she wasn't scared, she only wanted that familiar contact, the memories of a time long past. His cheek brushed against hers before he smiled, a true smile, clinging to her as he claimed her again.

She arched as he moved, her noises growing louder by the moment. He couldn't hold back either, giving in to the temptation to join the noise. The look in her eyes was hazed over by both love and lust, though it said so much more than just that. Each time they consummated their love, she would stare at him like that, looking into her lover's eyes. Normally he didn't appreciate close scrutiny, but he didn't mind her warm gaze. He increased his pace suddenly, no longer able to keep up the tormentingly slow rhythm he had initially set. She seemed surprised and cried out, though not in pain. His name graced her lips again, but this time she didn't call him Pein. This time... it was Nagato. His heart clenched at that, reminded all over again of what he had done to himself. He clung to her tighter as she climaxed, his own following soon after. No matter who he pretended to be, she still loved him, the real him, most of all. That's all he wanted from her. That's all he ever wanted.

A/N: Hot dang. Hope you don't mind the implied side yaoi. Bwa ha ha... er... well, it's not like I went into detail. And yay for guys with class.