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A/N: Okay it's been quite a while since I've updated my story. I know. My laptop crashed and all so I was thrown a ways back But now I have the next chapter. I would like to offer my thanks to all those who have reviewed, I read your comments and they fueled me to continue writing around my given schedule.

I would also like to personally thank Knightwolfe. I have become a huge fan for his story 'Konoha Transporters'. Not only is the story well written, but I'm a huge car fanatic. Haha. So thank you for updating your story and inspiring to keep writing on this one. I hope your next chapter is released soon, and of course Jiraiya-centered, lol. That's just a personal request on my part, hehe.

I hope you all enjoy this new chapter, as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Thank you all.

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Entrenched out.

"Mhmm."

A gentle voice filled the silent living room of Jiraiya's apartment. Tsunade's golden eyes fluttered open. The image that welcomed her sight was nothing more then a bluish grey scenery. It was obvious from the lighting that the sun was not close to peeking over the horizon. A soft groan was exhaled and Tsunade buried her face into the crook of the strong arm beneath her head as her body subconsciously moved closer to the source of her warmth. Then she froze, eyes snapping open in alarm.

Despite Jiraiya being dead asleep from the sound of his breathing, his soldier downstairs seemed to be running on auxiliary power. It seemed to her that someone had been running night duty. And doing a damned good job of it too. The blonde female released a shuddering breath at the feel of heat scoring across her buttocks. Her mind drilled the message that his body was simply reacting in a natural manner when presented with stimulating dreams. However, she could not stop the feeling of giddy arousal at the thought that his condition was prompted because of her presence.

With utter betrayal, Tsunade's body formed closer to Jiraiya's. Her pert bottom beginning to grind against the stiff column that pulsated behind her. A heady groan slipped from between her plump lips at the aggressive pounding of his cock. It felt so dangerous, so hot, so alive! Jiraiya released a stifled moan in his sleep, causing Tsunade to freeze her movements. In the silence, she remained frozen in her lewd position, hoping to all things living that he did not awaken. To her relief, he did not. Instead, Jiraiya shifted his position until his other arms was recklessly thrown over her shoulders, cradling her securely to his well-muscled chest.

Once he settled back into a seamless sleep, Tsunade cautiously grinded against his growing hardness to make sure he was indeed knocked out again. She felt him twitch to her action but the handsome ninja above her did not stir one bit. Satisfied, Tsunade allowed herself to fall into a whimsical fantasy. Her thoughts drifted to a scene of Jiraiya roving his hands over her body in a confident, possessive manner. His gestures would be rough, yet gentle in appealing to her to allow him to do as he wished. In synch, Tsunade's own hands slid down towards her hips, mimicking what her Jiraiya-fantasy-lover would be doing to her. Her fingertips massaged the fleshy edges as her lover would. Then, Jiraiya would grind his aching need into her bottom, moving in that low torturous rhythm that heated her body up.

Tsunade's hips moved to press harder against the growing monster, satisfied that it strained to meet her own flesh. It was exhilarating to know that Jiraiya's body responded to her own so willingly, so strongly. Perhaps it was her way of knowing that she was not a complete failure when it came to her sexuality. But in reality, she had fantasized about this kind of moment with the tall shinobi for quite some time. The white haired devil in her fantasy was torturously making his way towards her center, whisper indecent and vulgar words into her ear. Speaking of how he longed to take her away from Dan and viciously show her how much he needed her. Her fantasy lover cupped her aching sex in the same manner as her own slender fingers touched hers. Gently, as she knew Jiraiya would be with her, Tsunade slid a finger deep into her flesh, finding a rhythm to ride her fantasy too.

Jiraiya would wind her up slowly; taking his time in reveling at how wet she was for him. How tight her body would be for his invasion. At present, Tsunade was squirming next to him, one hand tucked between her legs, pleasuring herself at the thoughts of Jiraiya, her other hand dug into the thick cushions of the couch. Just as her fantasy lover would bite into the soft flesh of her neck, the sun kissed princess felt her body spasm into the most enriching orgasm ever. She tightened before a fresh wave of utter satisfaction tore a muffled moan from her lips. She had never had an orgasm such as that with the thoughts of Dan, never.

Soon after, when those waves dulled and stopped, stupor began to kick in. With that, the medic rearranged her position, removing her hands from the slick wetness before throwing the blanket over her body to encase both her and Jiraiya in a sweet cocoon.

Light streamed across the wooden floors. The gentle rays slapping Jiraiya awake almost instantly. With a muttered growl of incoherent curses, the lithe male snapped those onyx orbs open. He was never really a morning person and hated being awoken by the damned sun. It took many moments for Jiraiya to realize that he was not in his bedroom. The sun never really hit him within his room, usually just the foot of his bed.

It took another moment for the young male to realize that he was not fully alone. A striking sense of déjà vu hit him once again. There, lying next to him was the most glorious sight he could lay eyes upon. Tsunade. How many mornings would the serene beauty next to him haunt his early wakings? If Jiraiya had a say, it would be every morning. Those dark eyes roved over the silken woman, lust pouring into the dark pools, drowning all reasonable thoughts. A gentle throb had him groaning.

Although his mind had just registered for the day, his lower half had been responding to the warm presence next to him all night. He could feel his cock straining against the silken threads of the pajama bottoms. Stretching the cloth to press insistently against the rounded flesh of Tsunade's firm ass. A sharp breath was inhaled as the woman beneath him mumbled in her sleep and pressed even closer. How was he supposed to get out of this one now? Coal eyes slipped down to look at the intimate connection between the medic and himself. What he saw nearly had his eyes pop out of his head. The large t-shirt that he had given her last night had completely ridden up sometime during the evening, exposing the sight of soft creamy flesh. The young princess obviously did not have underwear on. A whispered string of curses followed suit as the snow haired mountain of a man pressed his face into the silken hair of the golden goddess beneath him.

Scarred palms scored over the warm flesh of her hips, sliding around her waist fully in that possessive manner. Damn his hands, they were traitors as they gripped those perfect curves. His hips were no better. They began to grind a smooth rhythm against those sweet globes. Her scent, her skin, her very warmth, drove him insane. Jiraiya's thoughts swirled into a fantasy. He dreamed of the young princess writhing beneath him in pleasure as his mouth scored over her large aching breasts. Her sweet scent would wash over him as her hands gripped his hair in ecstasy.

The princess of his dreams would be moaning and begging him to never stop. Her head thrown back in pleasure as he ravaged her neck and devoured her nipples in his mouth. Her body would be supple and soft as he thrust against her. It was no surprise when a thick grunt filled the empty room, a grunt of ecstasy and completion that escalated to a long moan. Jiraiya could not hold back and with roguish groan released himself all over the silken pajama bottoms.

"Fuck!" He cursed beneath his breath as he felt the hot sticky mess forming along the front of his bottoms and down his thigh. One of his hands reached up to slap against his forehead as the lean frame settled back into the thick cushions. A light sheen of perspiration covered his body with the recent…exercise. "Idiot. Not now, you idiot!" To Jiraiya, this was damned close to taking advantage of her whilst she was still in a precarious state. Those thoughts of Tsunade crying into his chest brought forth dark thoughts. Images of Dan bloodied up and begging and Orochimaru scarred with that disgusting tongue of his ripped out. Jiraiya knew what he had to do. He would help Tsunade through all of this. He was her friend, and he would do the very thing he was good at whenever she was in trouble. He would help. Even if it broke his heart to see her waste her tears on every other man but him.

First things first, he had to get cleaned up. The hot mess was becoming bothersome to him, a very uncomfortable state. Strategically, the young shinobi disentangled himself from Tsunade and efficiently moved over her body to get to his full towering height. With a bit of an awkward stance, he struggled his way towards the bedroom to grab a new pair of clothes and a hot shower to clean up the entire mess.

The scent of salmon filled the air and stirred Tsunade from her very erotic dream. Lashes fluttered gently as amber eyes absorbed the rays of light floating into the room. Grogginess was the first welcoming thought before the realization that there was no longer any warmth surrounding her. No strong arms were wrapped around her, and no broad chest to snuggle into. Where was Jiraiya? A slender hand reached up to wipe away the last tresses of sleep when the young nurse noticed that the blanket was wrapped tightly around her. Someone had made sure she would be warm during the cold morning.

"Hey, you gonna stay on that couch all day?" A golden head snapped up and saw Jiraiya holding a skillet in one hand and long chopsticks on the other. He chest was still bare like last night and a pair of light blue cotton draw string pants accentuated his fit body.

"Yessss." Tsunade moaned comfortably and tossed the blanket over her head, snuggling deeper into the thick cushions of the couch. A rich laugh bellowed in the room as Jiraiya made his way back towards the kitchen.

"Alright! But you're gonna miss a breakfast of a lifetime. I'm not saving you any." Jiraiya heard the moan of protest and chuckled some more as he settled the skillet onto stove top again. The slices of salmon sizzled in protest as the scent wafted into the room.

"Fine…I'm up!" The white haired male craned his head towards the side and blushed. The pink tinge crept over his cheeks as a lopsided smile crossed his face. Tsunade's golden hair was tussled from sleep, shining in gentle waves over her shoulders. The blanket he had used from the couch was droopily wrapped around her arms, looking more like a dress wrap. She was adorable and looked so damned sexy at the moment. He quickly snapped his head back around to look at the salmon before gulping.

"Uh..just get around to making the eggs and breakfast should be done." The lack of scuffling feet and jingling pans had Jiraiya looking back over again. "What's wrong?" He questioned her as she just stood to where she was blushing like a child and looking down.

"I don't know how to cook…" She mumbled to herself, not quite catching his eyes. Tsunade was great at everything else. As a nurse she was exemplary and as a kunoichi she could hold her own against many enemies, however, cooking was one of her few weaknesses. Her embarrassment was multiplied by the memory of Nararuka feeding Jiraiya a few days ago and he had enjoyed her cooking. She remembered his smile, so carefree and filled with true happiness and she could never experience a moment like that with him.

Her ears meet another bout of laughter. That rich hearty chuckle that washed away all embarrassment as Jiraiya held onto his belly. He looked up from his double over form and held out his large hands, palms opened up and so welcoming. "C'mon, I'll show ya a few tricks of the trade, hime."

A new blush crept across her cheeks. He looked so inviting, so…alive. The sun reflecting from the window highlighted the youth in Jiraiya, his tanned skin glowing, his russet of white hair wild, and those onyx eyes soft with a sparkling charm. She couldn't help it. The golden goddess reached out, her melodic laughter mixing with his own, and gold met white. Mixing into a fruitful union within the kitchen.

Jiraiya tugged Tsunade against his chest until her back lightly smacked against his front. "Okay first lets cook these salmon pieces right. We just need to sear them since they're small." His voice was brushed along her ear. Soft and warm as if he were whispering the secrets of life to her. It felt so right to be in his arms. She watched as Jiraiya skillfully turned one salmon piece over and rubbed it in the oil slightly before flipping again. Then he quickly picked up the piece and laid it on a drip rack. "See just like that. Now you do it. The large male handed her the chopsticks he had been using and watched.

"Alright…" Tsunade reached for one piece of meat and flipped it over as she had seen him do. However, a piece of the salmon began to crumble as it landed on the opposite side. When she tried to rub it in the oil, it crumbled further. "I can't do this!" She cried out, upset that she could not even flip a damned piece of meat over.

"Shhh, hime. Calm down. It's still salvageable. Look." Jiraiya's larger hands wrapped around her own, he eased his fingers over hers and gently opened the chopsticks up. "Next time, grab it from the sides, where the meatiest part is. It'll hold better from there." He rumbled those words into the shell of her ear. They closed the wooden ends just where he said to grab and they both lifted it off the pan and onto the drip rack. "There you go…nice and gentle…" She felt his lips drop lower, passing a kiss at her earlobe before teeth clamped onto the flesh and scraped across it.

"Yes." She hissed into his ear as Jiraiya's open mouthed kisses traveled to her pounding pulse. The heat from his chest, and the strength in his arms, had Tsunade reeling with arousal. She felt the large hand gently cradling her own move along her arm, his other hand also mimicking the action until both reached her shoulder blades. Once there, they moved down gripping her hips in an appreciative manner.

"See…" He murmured seductively into her ear, "you have to grip the most delicious part or it'll fall apart." Tsunade mentally damned him as she felt an electrified shock run from the top of her spine and down coiling towards her loins.

Keeping up the pretense of still talking about cooking, she innocently formulated a question before verbalizing. "What about the seasoning? I wouldn't want the food to be too salty or bland. All she heard was a chuckle behind her, that deep chest just vibrating from the soft laughter.

"For that, hime…" He turned her around in his arms, silken strands of his white hair flushing gently across her face as he loomed over her, "…you have to taste it first just to make sure." She was sure that after he said taste, a gentle purr had taken on his words. Was this seduction? If it was, then she was absolutely amazed at his skill and passion. Their lips met in a gentle clash, one of his large hands had reached up to grasp her chin, tilting her head up. His tongue lashed against her lips until she opened to allow him access into the sweet cavern of her mouth. She moaned, bending to his will oh so easily. He commanded her body and she responded with a fiery flush. Before she could faint from the pleasure, Jiraiya pulled back with a satisfied smile. Onyx eyes twinkling mischievously as he spoke, "And maybe, after the first taste, you have to try it again. Just in case."

"Yes…maybe you should." She commented back breathlessly. She didn't know what forced her to say such a thing, but all she knew that she needed to taste his lips again. To feel that hard body pressed up against her and let her know that she was still a woman, a wanted woman. Jiraiya reciprocated the action she needed and claimed her lips in another sudden rush. Teeth, tongue, and lips, possessed Tsunade, washing away all the doubts that she wasn't a women who was desired by somebody.

"Perfect." Was the only word spoken after the luscious kiss. Tsunade could not verbalize anything, all she could do was mentally agree with him. The large shinobi quickly released her with a small cough, eyes trailing away. "I'll finish up here. Why don't you go take a shower. I've already put your clothes in the wash."

It was safe to say, Tsunade was a little put off at his sudden coldness towards her, especially after what they shared. "You're right, maybe I should." The blanket was wrapped tighter around her and she ducked under his muscular arm and walked out of the kitchen, confused as the little flames of anger licked her mind. She quickly entered his bedroom where she would have spent the night had she not gone seeking his warmth. She was surprised to see that he had already laid out a pair of his shorts and another t-shirt for her to wear. She grabbed the towel she had used the night before. Upon entering the bathroom, her mind was already working on an answer, why would he suddenly just stop. As the warm water began to wash over her body, a thought suddenly clicked. 'Did he stop because he knew I would feel guilty?' It was true there was a tinge of regret on her part. She did allow the kiss on the premises that she wanted justification that she was still hot. Did he know she had used him?

It was not as if that was the main reason, Jiraiya was just a very good kisser. He was so intoxicating, and the way he used that tongue! A veil of guilt finally washed over her. He deserved a woman who would not use him for her own personal reasons. He needed more than that. In her mind, that would have been the main reason that Jiraiya would suddenly just stop kissing her. He knew that he was being used, and he would not settle for it, he shouldn't have to settle for it. But it angered her either way. How dare he continue kissing, twice for that matter! And suddenly just stop just because he began growing a self-consciousness.

Jiraiya quickly finished making breakfast, guilt seeping into his consciousness at his sudden kissing of Tsunade. He had not expected to do such a thing, but his mind was elsewhere. Dwelling on the fact that her hips felt so right in his hands. The scent of lavender was so intoxicating upon her skin, and the soft press of her bottom against him. It was safe to say he wasn't thinking at all. She just felt so right in his arms. As if she had always woken up by his side and they had always cooked together. Damnit, what the hell was wrong with him! He practically assaulted her! Right when she's in an emotionally unstable moment in her life. Obviously something happened last night between her and Dan and all he could think about was making love to her luscious body.

The torment continued onward when the young princess stepped into the fresh light of the sun seeping from the window of the dining room. Unconsciously, Jiraiya held his breath, completely taken away by the mere sight of her. He turned his head to the side, to avoid her sight and suspicions as he laid out the plates for breakfast. He could sense it, like a dark cloud on a beautiful morning. She was angry. No, not angry. Pissed.

Sighing in trepidation, Jiraiya knew that it was pointless to avoid Tsunade's wrath. In the long run it just wasn't worth it. It was better if he faced up to it now rather than later, where words could be blown completely out of proportion. He laid down the last bowl and looked up to stare at Tsunade directly in her amber eyes.

"I'm sorry…" He whispered, the silence lightening just a bit, which he appreciated. However, Tsunade was more than surprised at his sudden direct approach and apology. Perhaps, in the long run, she had expected him to be childish about the entire ordeal. In her thoughts, he was still that little boy that annoyed her. And yet, here he was, being a complete and total man. 'A hot man.' Her thoughts corrected.

"Sorry for what?" Set into new territory, the blonde female took the defensive. She was sure that he would be demanding an apology from her, not the other way around…with less demanding.

"I didn't mean to take advantage of you." Her mouth dropped, but with the babbling Jiraiya, her facial expression was lost in the rant. He was sorry for taking advantage of her? She was taking advantage of him and his obvious interest in her just to fuel her ego. His words became a blur as laughter began to pool into her belly. Here she was angry at him for absolutely no reason and there he was thinking that he had invaded her personal space.

"Tsunade?" The question cut through her mirth, but that soft smile was still curling the edges of her perfectly pouting lips. Still laughing, one of her slender hands pressed against her stomach as the back of her free hand tried to hide the laughter aching to spill out.

"I'm sorry Jiraiya. It's just that we always seem to get stuck in these situations." She continued to laugh, this time openly and freely. He instantly understood what she meant. It was true, despite everything; they always did have a tendency of fighting, but never quite to the point of hurting each other's feelings. In a way, it could be called foreplay. Soon the dining room was filled with laughter from both parties as the food was served and the incident forgotten.

"Thank you for coming with me and letting me stay at your place." Two shinobi's walked towards Tsunade's apartment. Their pace was slow, demeanor casual.

"It's alright. I didn't think it would have been a good idea if you went back yourself - especially if he's still around. I don't want anything to happen to you." A half smirk was offered with the comment, one large hand reaching up to scratch along the length of a long red tattoo upon a smooth cheek. "By the way, you never did tell me what happened last night."

The reminder brought Tsunade back to a chilling halt a block away from her home. All she could remember was the sight of pale bodies pressed against each other in the moonlight. The sickening stench of sex and 2 pairs of eyes looking at her in a glassy manner. The muscular male stopped and turned to watch Tsunade instantly lock up at the mention of last night. His anger rose at the look of sudden hurt upon her angelic face and knew that if he ever saw that son of a bitch Dan, he would beat the living shit out of that prick.

"Hey, hey. I won't mention it again. Ok?" His body seemed to react automatically, and his strong arms wrapped themselves around her shoulders, cradling her body into his protectively. A hard chin rested upon the golden locks and Tsunade pressed her face into the wall of flesh in front of her, absorbing the strength that radiated from his body. After a few minutes she pulled back, embarrassed at the spectacle she had made of herself.

"Thanks." She laughed liltingly. "I seem to be saying that a lot to you."

"Saying what a lot?"

"Thank you's and I'm sorry's. And crying into your chest." She clasped her hands behind her back before lightly skipping as she stared into the ground. Her feet expertly and fluidly avoiding the cracks on the ground.

"Oh that." A broad grin split his face into a beaming smirk. "Don't worry about. This chest was born and carved for your tears, hime. Anytime you need it. It's right here." With a purposely large bravado Jiraiya thumped his chest with both of his fists like a gorilla. She laughed then, a humbled giggle that lightened the mood as they approached the apartment.

After a few flight of stairs, the laughing duo slid inside the dark apartment. Jiraiya had entered first, wanting to ensure that it was empty. The last thing he wanted, although it took a full battle to decide, was Dan to still be here. Luckily the room was empty and they both entered the living area. Tsunade breathed a sigh of relief; her only fear was having to reveal the reason why she had run all the way to his apartment last night. That would have been unavoidable if Dan had been here.

"I'll be as quick as possible." She commented before making her way towards the bedroom. Just before entering the threshold to her room, Tsunade paused. She didn't want to see the evidence of Dan's betrayal. The memory was already painful enough; she didn't need physical evidence to enforce the fact.

"Something wrong?" Jiraiya hollered from the doorway. A hammering sensation pounded in her chest, jolting Tsunade out of her daze before furiously shaking her head at the question. She knew her voice would fail her if she spoke. Not wanting the white-haired sannin to worry about her and investigate the bedroom, she slid the door open. The sight she saw was exactly the same image she had in her head. Apparently neither Dan nor Orochimaru took the time to clean up after themselves. There were obvious stains on the bed. The very bed she used to lay at night next to his body. The bed she had once, a long time ago, felt so comfortable and safe in. Now it was a foreign object to her, something that aided in Dan;s betrayal to her.

Avoiding any connection with it, the medic tip toed around the mess and made it towards her drawers. She swiftly pulled out various drawers and took out piles of clothes ranging from sleep wear to underwear and casuals. She ran tot eh closet and pulled out several dresses and jackets along with a rather large suitcase. Wanting to leave the sex stained room, Tsunade shoved article after article into the suitcase, not caring if they were to get wrinkled from the handling.

She paused in her tirade when she noticed the strappy little number she had bought last night from that lecherous old man near the door. She could just leave it there as a reminder for Dan on what he would miss out. Tsunade slowly walked up towards the garment, stopped then turned around the shove more clothes into the bag. Then she would return to the same spot before once again going back to packing. This routine repeated itself constantly until finally she ripped it off the floor and shoved it into her suitcase. Better safe rather than sorry. With Dan's obvious preference in the opposite sex, it would do her more good than him any harm.

Jiraiya heard the sudden commotion inside the bedroom but thought better than to interfere. This was something she obviously did not want him to interfere into and he would respect her wishes thoroughly. Feeling a bit idiotic just standing at the door, the large shinobi shouldered his way inside, hands delved deep into the packets of his jeans. Today he had worn regular clothes, he had already been late for training, so it was pointless to try and make it. He would deal with Sarutobi-sensei somehow. The simple white cotton tee stretched over his muscular body like a second skin. Long legs strode towards the kitchen and cabinets were opened and closed until he found a cup to put water in.

Jiraiya had always known Tsunade to be a bit of a clean freak, well not neurotically so, but she loved keeping certain parts of her life in order. Unlike him, who had things strewn about in his house left and right. A trait that Tsunade instantly caught him on and berated him about. A small smile tinged the edges of his thin lips as the memories of the morning flooded into his mind. After their little tryst, Tsunade had bonked his head for not keeping his place clean. After he had offered her a stay there, she had begun to clean up. She gathered bowls, papers, scrolls, and even more bowls before dumping them all in their respective places. While he did the dishes and cleaned the kitchen, his precious hime tidied up everything else. It wasn't long before his apartment looked livable once again.

Jiraiya chuckled as he sipped the refreshing water, choking as his laughter had the water caught in his throat leaving him in a hacking fit. Clearing his throat and washing the cup, along with other dishes, the male was surprised to see the kitchen rather messy. Tsunade didn't cook. That was a well known fact, yet it looked as if the kitchen was used earlier during the night. Shrugging, he wiped the counters clean before making his way towards the living room. He noted that near the door there were plastic bags and spilled fruits and even broken glass.

"Maybe that's why she paused right there. She could have gotten cut…" He mumbled to himself before squatting down to see that the broken glass was a wine bottle and the liquid had soaked into most of the floor boards and fruits. Not wanting Tsunade to get cut from the glass, Jiraiya stood to his full towering height and made his way back towards the kitchen to grab a bag and some towels and rags. Returning to the scene of the crime, the snow haired mountain of a man hunkered down and began to pick up wine soaked and bruised fruits, dropping them one by one into the bag. Then the glass followed suit. Once most of the larger pieces were taken care of, Jiraiya dragged the damp rag across the floor to pick up the smaller pieces that could cut deep.

Assured that he had gotten everything, he began to soak up most of the wine and dumped the rag into the bag along with the towels he used to dry the floor. Satisfied, he grudgingly stood up once more with a wince. Man was he getting old that fast already? Before making his way back to the kitchen, Jiraiya opened up the curtains and blinds for light and then dumped everything in the garbage and washed his hands at the sink.

While drying his hands, the front door slammed open, sending an alarming jolt though his system. Dan had torn through the door after having searched for Tsunade at Nararuka's place, then Ryuka's and finally asked around at the hospital and clinics. He had returned to the apartment to see if she had come back to wait for him.

"Tsunade!" His voice echoed in the apartment, she must have been there seeing as someone had opened up the curtains and cleaned up most of the mess. There was shuffling from the kitchen and Dan slowly closed the door behind him. His mouth was dry and raw, his body covered in sweat and his breathing heavy from the search. However, the person who stepped out from the kitchen was not Tsunade. It was the hulking body of Jiraiya. Dan's eyes widened exceptionally at the sight of the older male.

"J-jiraiya-kun." He stated, completely dumbfounded at the sight of the man in Tsunade's apartment. Did Tsunade tell him what had happened between them? Did he know about Oro-kun and him?

"Dan." The response was cold and filled with bitter anger and hatred. It was face that Dan was not familiar with. He had grown used to seeing Jiraiya's always smiling face and carefree attitude. This was a face he could never link to Jiraiya. Just before the muscular sannin could get anything else out, the bedroom door slid open and the sight of the golden medic carrying a large suitcase. Her amber eyes widened in shock to the point of saucers. It was barely a second before a deep scowl overtook the shocked face. With sudden determination, Tsunade stomped her way towards the exit, dragging her suitcase with her.

"Tsunade…" Dan whispered, pleaded actually. "Please listen to me. What happened – "

"Don't!" She dropped the suitcase as soon as Dan had touched her shoulders. She turned on her heels and pointed a finger at him. "Don't make excuses. What I saw you doing last night! You two were fucking! Behind my back! For spirits only knew how long! You and, and –"

"Look! Please just don't walk out, let's talk. I love you Tsunade more than anything!" It was at that moment that Jiraiya saw red. He listened to the conversation and caught the words of fucking for so long. How dare that son of a itch cheat on his hime! Who in their fucking right mind would cheat on Tsunade, ever! With a malicious growl, he tackled Dan over the couch and pounded his face as hard as he could.

The younger male's pleas and cries for help filled the living room.

"You piece of shit!" With every syllable, Jiraiya's fist cracked into the pretty boy looks of Dan. How dare he treat Tsunade like shit, fucking some other woman behind her back like she wasn't worth a damn. He'd beat some god damn sense into this moron even if it killed him!

Tsunade was rooted to her spot with shock. She hadn't even seen Jiraiya tackle Dan, it was like a blur. When the cried and gargles of blood soaked "stops" filled the room, Tsunade launched herself onto Jiraiya, pressing her body against his back and wrapping her arms around his narrow waist to stop him. This gave Dan momentum to get away and Jiraiya a new drive to just pounce again.

The sheer power and anger coursing through him nearly knocked her back forcing Tsunade to use her exemplary strength to keep her hold upon him.

"Why the fuck would you protect him!" He yelled over his shoulder. Words spouted in heathen rage. "He screwed around with another woman! He doesn't deserve your god damn forgiveness!" His words affected her deeply, it didn't enhance the hurt; it removed it. He was doing all this for her; he was getting angry for her and fighting for her. She needed to stop him, before things got worse. Before he hurt himself by destroying Dan.

"Jiraiya! Please stop!" She pressed her face against his back, as her arms tightened even more around his waist. "I don't want you to get hurt! If you keep hitting him, the stitches on your hand will rip open!"

With those words, he stopped. 'She isn't defending him…she's trying to make sure my hand doesn't get hurt from beating him to death.' The enraged male stopped struggling and sagged against the hunch of the couch. In response, Tsunade loosened her grip and felt him turn around to face her.

Dan watched the two interact. His nose was broken. He could feel the gush of blood running down towards his shirt. One of his eyes felt swollen and his jaw as on fire. But those nuisances was thrown to the back of his mind, all Dan could focus on was the sight of the two so close to each other. Rage filled him. Tsunade was still his girlfriend. Who the fuck did Jiraiya think he was getting close to his fucking girlfriend!

Through his peripheral vision, the male sannin noticed the flash of anger in his eyes. He reacted as if her were an alpha who had his title and woman stolen away. Sneering in opposition, Jiraiya reached up to cup Tsunade's face; cradling the angelic lines of perfection as his thumb stroked the soft skin of her cheek. White strands collided with golden ones as his lips brushed across hers.

"Just for you, I'll stop. Only for you." Lips clashed in a gentle stroke. Devilish tongue begging for access into her tender mouth. Tsunade moaned, flowering her mouth open to his dominant muscle. Dan gritted his teeth causing a shooting pain across his jaw line. His hatred for the tall shinobi grew exceptionally.

Tsunade sighed at the tender kiss, it was perfect. The right amount of pressure, the subtle flicker of tongue to tease her senses and the sheer taste of him set her off. When he pulled away, there was a flare of disappointment followed by embarrassment. Her head was whipped to the side and she saw Dan bleeding with a glare. How could she have ignored him completely. Suddenly the medic inside of her took over and she moved to rush towards Dan.

Calloused hands held onto her wrist tugging her back against the hard wall of a chest.

"Let's go." Jiraiya stooped low to grab her suitcase with little to no effort.

"He's hurt!"

"He asked for it. We'll send a message to the hospital that he's bleeding from a flesh wound."

"I have to treat him, it's my job."

Jiraiya's jaw clenched, an uneasy feeling consuming him before he turned to look at the beautiful vision before him. "I don't him anywhere near you…"

"Oh…" With a last lingering look at Dan, Tsunade tucked herself under Jiraiya's body and they both exited her apartment. In their wake was an irate and fuming Dan.

A/N: Eh…well this isn't my best work…Sorry. T-T