Rainy Night

So, my first Fic! OMG don't flame me!!!
Well, please let me know what you think, I know it's a rather uncommon pairing, seeing as how most people don't like(hate?) Orochimaru as it is. So um, be gentle with me? ^.^
And yay for lack of a nicer title!! It's raining now so...
This is set when they were younger.

Warning: YAOI! Yes, YAOI, do not flame me for YAOI, because that's what this fic is, plot-less guy on guy sex.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, or these two shmexy characters. Ohh, but if I did...If I did....


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“Rainy Night”

The gentle sound of rain tapping against the small house filled the room like strange soothing music. In the middle of the room sat a figure, eyes fixed on a scroll in his hands. After a moment the figure sighed and placed the scroll down on the bed he sat on.
Orochimaru glanced over his shoulder out the window, staring out at the dark silver skies. The rain seemed to be coming down harder as time passed, showing no sign of letting up. Turning, he got off the bed, his feet hitting the cool wood floor. He made his way to the window and gave one last look outside before closing the curtains. All this rain seemed to have paused life for a moment, the streets empty, and stores with little business. It was apparent no one wanted to be outside in such weather.

Despite what the majority of people thought, Orochimaru thought otherwise. He had gone out earlier, only to have something follow him home. Jiraiya, as always, attempting to mooch food off of him. By now Orochimaru was used to it, knowing Jiraiya's always predictable personality. The Snake had grown used to Jiraiya, and therefore didn't argue with him following. It had happened so often that it became almost a ritual for him.

Orochimaru assumed that the Toad was raiding his refrigerator by now, feasting on whatever he found. Jiraiya had no trouble making himself feel at home. Yet Orochimaru had found he was not bothered by this. Why he felt that way was something he couldn't understand, and there wasn't much he didn't understand.

Yawning, Orochimaru decided to go and check on Jiraiya to make sure he wasn't breaking anything, like he had done last time with the table...
He made his way out into the hallway, heading for the kitchen. Jiraiya stood in the center of the kitchen, a smirk on his face as Orochimaru entered the room.

“What are you up to now, Jiraiya?” Orochimaru frowned, noting the mischievous look on the others face.

“Me? Nothing. Where the hell is all the food, I swear you had more yesterday.” Jiraiya frowned, glancing at the fridge.

Orochimaru shook his head with a sigh, walking past Jiraiya to stare at the sink. Jiraiya looked over his shoulder at Orochimaru's back.

“You ate it all.” Orochimaru stated flatly.

“I did?” Jiraiya blinked, turning away “I don't remember eating that much...”

Orochimaru was silent, ignoring Jiraiya. He grabbed a glass from the counter and filled it with water, then took a few sips. He looked down at the glass, then placed it on the counter again. “Do you plan on sleeping on the couch again?”

Jiraiya paused, as if unsure of what to say. “Maybe.”

Orochimaru turned and started to leave the room. “Do what you want, just don't leave it a wreck again.”

Jiraiya laughed, remembering how aggravated Orochimaru had been when he saw the trashed room that morning. He watched Orochimaru head back for the hallway, and disappear into its shadows. He reached for the fridge, grabbing a bottle of sake. Taking a gulp of it he exhaled, another grin spreading across his face. With that, he stepped into the hallway.


Orochimaru cleared the scrolls from his bed, placing them neatly on his table. He stood in the middle on the room, observing. Everything was as it always was, always neat and perfect. He sat down on the edge of his bed. He could hear footsteps approaching the room and tensed. Jiraiya filled his doorway, bottle of sake in hand.

“Now what?” Orochimaru frowned, Jiraiya shrugged in response.

The white haired man walked towards him, setting his bottle of sake on the table with Orochimarus scrolls.

“Jiraiya,” Orochimaru growled warningly “What do you-”

Orochimaru was cut off as Jiraiya leaned forward suddenly, pressing his lips against Orochimarus caught in mid sentence. Jiraiya pushed forward more, forcing Orochimarus back against the bed.

“What are you doing?” Orochimaru snapped, pushing against Jiraiyas shoulders.

“Stop fighting.” Jiraiya snagged Orochimarus wrists and pressed them above his head. Orochimaru glared at Jiraiya, and struggled more. “Whatever you're up to, I-”

Jiraiya once again interrupted him, his lips catching Orochimarus, this time he parted the others with his tongue, exploring his mouth.

As Jiraiya pulled back for air, Orochimaru pushed against him. “You bastard, stop it!”

Jiraiya ignored him, reaching down with one hand to gently tug at Orochimarus robes, angering him further. “Stop, now!” But Jiraiya had an iron grip on his wrists, and straddled him, ceasing his struggle. He pulled the sash of Orochimarus robes from his waist, and decided to put it to better use, securing Orochimarus wrists above his head.
Once finished, he leaned back to look down at Orochimaru, helpless beneath him. He pulled the front of Orochimarus robes open, letting the cool air hit Orochimarus pale flesh. He bent down, lapping at one nipple, sucking on it like a baby. Orochimaru tensed beneath him, turning his head to one side. “No, don't.” He whined, pushing against Jiraiya, who continued to suck and tease the nipple with his tongue. His fingers reached out to grab the other and play with it, rolling it between his thumb and index finger. Orochimaru trembled, a groan escaping clenched teeth.

Shifting his weight, Jiraiya pulled his robes open all the way, his hot tongue trailing down to Orochimarus naval. He buried his face in the smooth silky stomach, opening his mouth to taste that sweet flesh. He grabbed Orochimarus knees, spreading his legs wide and taking in the others blatant growing arousal, which was soon to be his.
Orochimaru gasped at being so exposed and vulnerable, shaking as Jiraiyas hot breath fell on the top of his erection. Jiraiya opened his mouth, licking the tip teasingly, his strong fingers wrapped around the base of Orochimarus dick as he bent forward to suck, grinning around it as Orochimaru moaned loudly throwing his head back, hips bucking up to bury himself deeper into Jiraiyas mouth. Jiraiya chuckled softly, giving the other what he desired.

Jiraiya took the whole erection into his mouth, sucking hard as Orochimaru cried out again, kicking out with his legs. Jiraiya once again grabbed them, holding them wide as he continued to pull at Orochimarus dick with his mouth, licking and massaging it with his tongue. He caressed the inside of Orochimarus milky white thighs, listening to his soft moans.

Finally he pulled back with his mouth until he had let go, and stroked Orochimarus entrance with two fingers, grinning almost sadistically. He reached into his pocket, Orochimarus golden eyes locked on his hand. He pulled out a small bottle, opening it and squeezing its contents into his hand. Orochimarus eyes widened as he suddenly realized Jiraiya had followed him home prepared. Before he could express his anger Jiraiya had once again pushed his fingers against his entrance, rubbing the lube on him. Slowly, he pushed a digit in and felt Orochimaru tighten around him, whimpering. Slowly he pushed a second one in, then a third, stretching him wider, his actions met with another cry.

Jiraiya removed his fingers and freed himself from his clothes, tossing them on the floor. Wasting no time, he positioned himself at the others entrance and pushed in. Orochimaru cried loudly, thrashing around as Jiraiya forced the rest of his dick into Orochimaru. He waited a moment for the other to adjust to him, then began to thrust. He angled himself, and pushed in even deeper, smacking straight into that sweet spot. Orochimaru screamed this time, inciting Jiraiya to increase his speed, smashing directly into his prostate each time. Orochimaru moaned loudly with every aimed thrust, his face filled with a light blush. Reaching out, Jiraiya grasped Orochimarus erection dripping with precum and pumped it, Orochimarus cries growing louder. Orochimaru let out a final cry as he came into Jiraiyas hand. Jiraiya thrust into him a few more times before he too came, filling Orochimaru with his seed.

Panting, Jiraiya rested on top of Orochimarus shaking body, exhausted. He brushed a few strands of ebony hair from Orochimarus face, then grinned at him. “Aren't you glad I followed you home?”

Orochimaru only glared at him. “If looks could kill.” Jiraiya laughed, his fingers wandering back down Orochimarus stomach...

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*coughs* That's it! Sorry if it was written horribly...and with a pointless introduction. I lack the power to write out PWP like so many other wonderful people can. I'm strange like that.
If people do happen to like this horrid story, I may be inspired to post something! =^.^=