AU Gaiden SuiIno. I still ship these two no matter what. Honestly, Ino’s relationship was the only endgame pairing I was mad/unhappy about. But I’m just glad Sui didn’t end up with...HER. *shudders* god I hate that pairing. Anyways, I fixed it and made it SuiIno. <3 Let me ship these two in peace, kthx.
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Written for the June 2023 Flash Fic event happening over in the Ino Supremacy Discord server.
Prompt: “I’m gonna be your first and your last.” SuiIno
Summary: “What makes you think I’m interested in cocks?” she says.
“Well, you’re not running, for one.” He categorizes her body in the same manner she did him. “And you can’t stop glancing at my sword.”
Okay, you damp fucker.
Or, Ino attends the Hokage's delegation to Kirigakure to negotiate a peace treaty. It's boring, until it's not.
Rating: T (for now)
Read it on AO3 here
Full fic under the cut
Itachi is an excellent Hokage, but his social skills leave much to be desired. Terumi Mei, on the other hand, is not only a politically savvy Mizukage, but charming after a lion fish-fashion: slow-moving, exquisite, and highly venomous to the touch. She is an invasive presence, distracting in every way, and Itachi does not trust her despite her official offer for an alliance with Konoha.
It is thus that Ino finds herself accompanying the Hokage’s entourage on this visit. Shisui is a pestiferous jackass even on his best days, which days are when Ino doesn’t see him, but there is no denying his natural charisma. Unfortunately, they pair well as they work a room full of Kiri Elders and advisors and military commanders so that Itachi doesn’t have to. Shisui likes to talk, and Ino likes to be the center of conversation.
Shisui approaches the Elders because something about him has always endeared the old and infirm to him. Ino immediately notices the Hunters’ commander, Ao, circling Shisui like a remora circles a shark, gauging how best to latch on without getting torn apart. She pings Shisui in between laughing at something some dusty advisor has said to her.
“The Byakugan Killer has had your name all over his hard-on for the past twenty minutes.”
Shisui doesn’t react, not even at the shuddering echo of her voice in his head from across the room. But he does step away from his current conversation with the speed and grace of his namesake and is suddenly greeting Ao very loudly, as if they are old pals who never tried to kill each other on the battlefield.
Shithead, Ino thinks. But his act draws out the Kiri ANBU hiding among the guests. Ino picks them out and plots a path among them to listen in for anything that could smell like a set up.
“I’m gonna be your first and your last.”
An average-sized man with a supernaturally above-average sword has cornered her. The first thing Ino notices are his eyes—an exquisite shade of violet that is not common on the mainland. The second thing she notices are his teeth. Their filed sharpness mark him as one of the Seven Legendary Swordsmen.
“Excuse me?” she says, not trusting that shark’s grin on him for a second.
He leans against the bar they are propped against, casually into her personal space. “Kiri cock,” he clarifies.
Surely, Ino thinks, this is not what Itachi had in mind when he ordered Shisui and her to facilitate collaborative dialogue with their Kiri counterparts.
It is so crass that she doesn’t even laugh. His boldness, and his timing, suggest he has rehearsed this. Which suggests that he’s been watching her float amongst his coworkers for a while, lying in wait. A rockfish blending into the coral, jaws agape.
“What makes you think I’m interested in cocks?” she says.
It throws him, as she suspected it might. Such a big sword wants to be seen and admired, and it knows little else. But he recovers quickly enough. He even flags down the bartender for a different varietal of sake than what Ino was drinking before and offers her the fresh cup.
“Well, you’re not running, for one.” He categorizes her body in the same manner she did him. “And you can’t stop glancing at my sword.”
Okay, you damp fucker.
Ino takes the cup he’s offering and drinks. Unfortunately, the kasumizake he’s ordered is incredible, far better than the familiar wine she’d selected for herself. She suspects it’s a local varietal. His smug grin as he drinks from his own cup confirms his victory here, but the drink is too good to hold it against him. She’s magnanimous when warranted.
“It’s a very big sword,” Ino says. “Compensatory, even.”
“Eye of the beholder. And yeah, that’s an open invitation.”
“To what? Lubricate the channels of diplomacy?”
He chokes on his sake. Ino is mollified.
She also senses her Hokage moving. He will be wanting her report, and Ino is eager to give it so that Shisui doesn’t get to him first. They will be fucking against a wall for the next hour and she will be forced to wait until they are done if he does, and she doesn’t have that kind of time when there are world-famous hot springs to sample while she’s here. Perk of the job.
“Excuse me,” she says, fully intending to leave her suitor behind.
His hand on her wrist stops her, but he doesn’t pull. “Wait. I’m Hozuki Suigetsu.” There are blue veins in his eyes, faint and royal. She can smell the floral kasumizake on his breath. “If I’m gonna be your local tour guide, I figure you should know my name.”
“Yamanaka Ino,” Ino says, because he will learn her name regardless, and she isn’t one for playing games just for the sake of it. She likes to win, but only when the stakes are real. “And you’re fired.”
She leaves him then to his blue balls and his delicious sake, and she feels him watch her walk away. This is always her favorite part.
