Ichigeki Hissatsu

Raspberry

The Land of Snow was in the middle of spring when they arrived. Kimimaru was happy about that, Orochimaru noticed. He was pleased, then, in his choice of a vacation spot and the time they had left. Of course, the springtime meant lots of new life, life that he would no longer have to deal with, considering he had stepped down as Yunkage. Poor Nidaime, Orochimaru thought with a grin, better get used to ibuprofen. Not that the new Yunkage would need it, but headaches tended to come frequently as the head of a village.

The pair arrived at the inn about midday and Orochimaru took one cursory glance at the lobby, lips curling into a bit of a snarl. Kimimaru elbowed his ribs. He fell silent and followed the smaller man to the front desk to sign in.

The reason Orochimaru had begun to snarl was that the men and women who were standing in the lobby were staring at them; the men in particular staring at Kimimaru. The women were scornful, no doubt jealous of Kimimaru’s natural beauty. And as he was wearing a pink, blossom-patterned kimono Haku had picked out for him, Kimimaru looked very much like a woman. Most of the time, no one could tell the difference until Kimimaru got serious and removed one sleeve of his kimono to bare his chest.

Still, to stake a claim, Orochimaru put an arm around Kimimaru’s shoulders and grinned predatorily at those who thought to take him away.

That earned him another elbow to the ribs.

“I’m fully capable of protecting myself, Orochimaru-sama,” Kimimaru said dryly once they were alone in their room. The snake-like man only gave him a venomous stare before sighing in mock defeat.

“I know.” Orochimaru replied, moving over to his lover and taking hold of his shoulders. “Still, indulge an old man his whims.”

Kimimaru blinked and tilted his head back to look at the older man, forest green confused.

“Did you just call yourself old, Orochimaru-sama?”

“Did I?”

Kimimaru sighed. “You’re impossible.”

“I thought you knew that already.” Orochimaru said as he rubbed the muscles in Kimimaru’s shoulders. The white-haired boy – well, he –was– a man now, but he would always be a boy in Orochimaru’s eyes – left out a soft sound of pleasure and closed his eyes.

A lifetime ago, Orochimaru would have taken advantage of the situation, would have used Kimimaru and left the boy in bed. Now, though, he appreciated the younger man so much more, loved him as he’d never loved another. Kimimaru was important to him, not just as a lover, but a partner, as someone who understood him. And Kimimaru understood him so much better than Kabuto.

He stopped his motions and settled his head on a pink-covered shoulder, arms around Kimimaru’s waist, enjoying the silence. He could even make Kimimaru pant now, a fact he’d avoided since Kimimaru had gotten sick.

“You’re thinking about me and the bed with me in it, aren’t you?”

“Am I that transparent?”

“No.” Kimimaru paused. “Sometimes I can guess what you’re thinking. Sometimes I know. As for this, you’re poking my spine, and it’s not your fingers.”

Orochimaru laughed. He had to. Leave it to Kimimaru to use the most round about way to point out an erection. In fact, Orochimaru couldn’t even remember hearing Kimimaru curse. Well, he grinned, it was time to remedy that.

“Want to take care of it for me?”

Kimimaru opened his eyes to stare at his master for a while before shrugging. The gesture made Orochimaru smile, because he knew that Kimimaru would do anything he commanded him to. Well, it –was– supposed to be a vacation…

An idea dawned on Orochimaru.

It would embarrass the hell out of Kimimaru, but it would be worth it and the nights of enjoying the company of his hand wouldn’t be so bad if he had the memory of Kimimaru’s face to jerk off to.

“Let’s go to the hot springs,” Orochimaru purred. Kimimaru turned his head to stare at him, searching for a reason to refuse. Orochimaru kept his face nicely stoic, as serious as he could keep it so his pale lover wouldn’t figure out his true intention for suggesting the hot springs. Kimimaru finally smiled and shook his head, sighing.

“All right. Let’s go.”

Orochimaru grinned at Kimimaru’s back as the paler moved to get the robes that waited for them in the closet of their room, pulling off the pink kimono to pull on the fluffy white bathrobe. Orochimaru followed suit after taking his sweet time staring at Kimimaru’s ass, thinking of all the possible ways to violate the poor creature. He shook his head to free himself of those fantasies, deciding he’d better be happy with what he was going to get in the hot spring baths, provided that no one else was in the bath. Kimimaru would kill him for sure if someone were there. If no one were there in the hot water, then the chance of being caught certainly would heighten the pleasure. He pulled on his robe and followed Kimimaru from their room to the hot spring bath, moving into the separate bath on the men’s side, separated from the women’s only by a wooden wall. Kimimaru shifted to pick up the wooden bucket with the bath supplies and wandered to the side of the hot spring hidden by a wall and waterfall. Orochimaru unconsciously licked his lips and followed, grinning as he watched Kimimaru wrap a towel around his waist before climbing into the steaming water. Orochimaru dropped his robe on the tile beside the bath and climbed in stark naked, immensely pleased by Kimimaru’s blush.

Even after the many times that Kimimaru had seen him naked, often aroused, the bone-manipulator would still blush like he was a virgin. Orochimaru smiled at the thought and leaned against the ceramic wall. He felt Kimimaru move over to his side and lean against him, giving Orochimaru the opportunity to lay his arm around Kimimaru’s shoulders. The paler sighed, snuggling closer as he closed his eyes, and he made an annoyed noise as Orochimaru teased the towel away from his waist, taking away his modesty. One crimson-lined eye cracked open to stare at the elder man, a protest set on his lips, but the towel was held up and away, tossed onto the tile as Orochimaru sealed his mouth over Kimimaru’s, delving inside and tasting the boy’s mouth. He pulled back after a moment and grinned.

“Mints?”

Kimimaru scowled. “What’s wrong with mints?”

“Nothing.” Orochimaru replied with a smirk. “Didn’t take you for a mint person.”

“Shows what you know,” Kimimaru said snarkily. Orochimaru laughed quietly and stroked Kimimaru’s shoulder, holding him closer in the warm water. Kimimaru settled again, head against Orochimaru’s shoulder. The two sat in silence for a little while, before Orochimaru’s hand slipped from Kimimaru’s shoulder beneath the water, pinching at the paler’s hips before he began to stroke the white-haired man’s penis. Kimimaru hissed and tried to move away, but Orochimaru moved to pin him against the tile, smiling down at Kimimaru’s scandalized face.

“What’s the matter, Kimimaru-kun?” Orochimaru whispered as he wrapped his fingers around Kimimaru’s growing erection. The paler man hissed, legs spreading involuntarily as Orochimaru pressed between them, mouth latching onto the smaller’s neck. Kimimaru’s mouth opened in a soft moan, showing Orochimaru just how much he wanted a little bit more of the attention Orochimaru could provide for him. Kimimaru’s hands found Orochimaru’s shoulders and tightened a hold, lacquered nails biting into pale skin as Orochimaru began to stroke his need, his other hand slipping between his legs to rub against the hidden pucker. Kimimaru’s head fell back as he let out a little moan, his emerald eyes glaring at the former Sannin even as they clouded over with lust.

Orochimaru could only chuckle, laving Kimimaru’s skin with kisses, teasing everything he could to make his little bone-manipulator writhe and moan, making him shiver in pleasure. Kimimaru’s head fell back as he cried out for him at the first push of a finger into his body, the water providing lubrication. It wasn’t like Kimimaru needed it, but Orochimaru liked to oblige him, liked to watch him writhe on his fingers while he coated the boy’s insides with whatever was available. He wondered then, for a moment, if the Nidaime had found the drawer yet. He snickered at the imagined look on his successor’s face and bit at Kimimaru’s shoulders, hissing as nails dragged down and up his back. Kimimaru’s legs had come up out of the water now, his body half curled beneath Orochimaru as the elder pushed his fingers in deeper, his head bowed toward his chest as he made noises of pleasure.

The former Sannin made a nice bruise on his lover’s shoulder, thrusting into the willing body with his finger, pulling the digit out to have it joined by a second, then a third, scissoring his fingers to stretch his pale lover, pulling him up against him to reveal the curse seal on his chest, bruising the skin it marred, thrusting his three digits harder into Kimimaru. He was panting, whimpering out pleasure, and Orochimaru pulled his fingers from his beloved, turning them so Kimimaru was in his lap, positioned over the former Sannin’s own need, and pulled the younger man down, sheathing himself within Kimimaru’s body.

Kimimaru moaned as he wrapped his arms around Orochimaru’s neck, forehead set against his shoulder as he began to move, pushing himself up and letting gravity do the rest, riding his lover though rippling water hid their actions. Orochimaru’s hand wrapped around his erection, stroking as they moved together. Or rather, as Kimimaru moved and Orochimaru just sat there. Still, Orochimaru felt release coming upon him as Kimimaru’s noises got to him, along with the heat of the water, the heat of Kimimaru, and the fact he could hear approaching footsteps, whispering to Kimimaru how beautiful he was, how hot he was, how tight, and he could hear Kimimaru’s breathing pick up, his heartbeat get faster, and he knew release was almost upon his pale lover. Then he remembered he wanted to hear Kimimaru curse.

He rolled them, pressing Kimimaru’s back against the edge of the pool, thrusting hard into him as his hand left Kimimaru’s erection to his hips, pulling Kimimaru into his thrusts to make them harder, biting his shoulder. Kimimaru’s muscles were tightening around him, pulsing with impending release and Orochimaru drew back, lips brushing Kimimaru’s ear, nibbling at the shell before he began whispering horribly cruel, erotic things into the pale appendage, making Kimimaru gasp more, whimper and whisper. He picked up the intensity, listening to Kimimaru gasp as a mix of pain and pleasure shot up his spine, and then, then –

“Oh… oh d-damn… Orochimaru-sama, please!”

Orochimaru shivered with pleasure. It wasn’t as bad a curse as he’d wanted but he’d take what he could get. He thrust into Kimimaru until the boy was calling out for him, the water between them heating up even more as the white-haired boy hit his release, seed making little swirls in the steaming water. Orochimaru hissed as pulsing muscles squeezed his erection, his own passion spilling into the pale bone-manipulator’s body. Kimimaru clung to Orochimaru as they rode out the sexual high, panting quietly and mewling as Orochimaru pulled out of his beloved’s body, settling to his side and stretching out, golden eyes flicking to the doorway of the hot springs as several men filed in. He felt a hot emerald glare on him and wisely ignored Kimimaru’s gaze as he moved to get out of the water, followed by an irate bone-manipulator. Kimimaru didn’t speak to him, not even as they dressed and wandered together back to their room, nor did he speak to Orochimaru as they crawled into bed with one another. Orochimaru lay in bed stiffly, because though he was still pleased with the turn of events from the bath, he hated when Kimimaru was upset with him. And he knew his beautiful lover didn’t like being turned into a spectacle to hiding voyeurs, so he pretty much had earned the silence.

By the time a few hours of lying side by side and saying nothing went crawling by, Kimimaru finally relented and rolled into Orochimaru’s waiting hold and snuggled against his bare chest. His leg crossed Orochimaru’s thigh to hold him tight to the elder’s body, a sigh escaping him as he settled to go back to sleep. Orochimaru closed his eyes, comfortable holding his beloved.

Then the kisses started. Gentle and teasing and then Orochimaru screamed as breath was forced against his skin, vibrating with sound and air and spit. Kimimaru rolled away, giggling as Orochimaru sat up, staring at him scandalized.

“What in the name of hell was –that–?” Orochimaru growled as he grabbed Kimimaru and held him close to his body, nails pricking pale skin. Kimimaru could only giggle.

“That’s what you get, Orochimaru-sama. It’s a raspberry.”

“Where did you learn that?”

“Kyou-kun and Sei-kun. Umi-chan apparently got the idea from Akashi-kun and she tried it out on her teammates.”

Of course. Orochimaru scowled. The kids would give his partner the strangest going-away present ever.

“Stop pouting, Orochimaru-sama,” Kimimaru whispered. “You’ll get wrinkles.”

“Will not.” But he stopped pouting and settled back down with Kimimaru against him. He felt Kimimaru lick the violated area in apology and settle against him, heaving one sigh and falling asleep against him. Orochimaru pet the white strands away from Kimimaru’s face and let out a long yawn. Tomorrow, he’d take Kimimaru out to dinner. And maybe Kimimaru would blow something else in return. Grinning at that highly inappropriate thought, Orochimaru closed his eyes. And cried out again as another raspberry was blown against his stomach, before Kimimaru finally apologized and settled to really sleep, leaving the elder man grumbling before he finally relaxed, eyes closing.

He smiled after a moment, though, knowing there was nowhere else he’d rather be than at the side of his beloved, day after day.