Names

Just a little PWP fun with Orochimaru and Itachi.

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A/N: This fic relies rather heavily on the honorifics (or suffixes) attatched to a person's name. I shall relate in my lame way, roughly what the honorifics I use in this fic are meant to convey.

kun : generally used on boys and younger men. It is not very formal.
chan : generally used on girls and younger women. Again, not very formal.
senpai: used to denote someone with seniority, usually in a business or school setting.
sama : a very respectful and formal address. Not used frequently in modern Japanese.
chama : a mixture of 'sama' and 'chan'
(lack of an honorific) : denotes family/friendship/intimacy. Leaving off an honorific can also be very rude.


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"Itachi-kun..." Orochimaru murmured over the rim of the sake cup at his lips.

"Don't call me that." The Uchiha bit out as he poured his own drink. He didn't object to being called 'Itachi-kun' for the most part, it was just the way Orochimaru said it, as if Itachi were some small and adorable child, that ruffled his normally calm sensibilities.

"What should I call you then?"

"Didn't we already have this conversation?" He sipped the last of the contents of his cup.

Indeed they had discussed what they should call eachother not too long after the beginning of their partnership. Itachi had rankled at being called 'Itachi-kun' and Orochimaru had disliked being called 'Orochimaru-senpai' because he felt he deserved to be addressed as 'Orochimaru-sama' by everyone. Eventually, (after an argument that had almost become physical) they had agreed to use the suffix '-san' with each other.

Currently, they were taking a much needed break from Akatsuki business, resting beneath an ancient evergreen, and working on consuming a bottle of sake that the golden eyed nukenin had acquired in the last town they'd visited.

Unfortunately for Itachi, the dark haired Sannin had a habit of being a little too 'comfortable' around people when intoxicated.

"Ita-chan?" Orochimaru smiled fiendishly. He also had a way of pushing people's buttons.

Sharingan flared and the cup in his hand threatened to break beneath the pressure of his fingers. He knew better than to respond to the Sannin's jibe; protests would only encourage him. He finished his drink and moved to put the sake away. Apparently they'd already had far too much. Orochimaru's pale fingers wrapped around his wrist and pulled him uncomfortably close.

"You're a pretty boy, Ita-chan. Have I ever told you that?" Itachi's eyes widened at the boldness of his partner's actions.

"Let go of me." Crimson eyes met golden and Itachi was sorely tempted to use his kekkai genkai on the bastard, partner or not.

Orochimaru's grip only tightened and he moved to invade what little space was left between them, sliding fluidly over Itachi's lap to straddle his thighs. Once seated he tossed his hair back over his shoulders in a disturbingly feminine gesture. The Sannin leant closer still, pale lips brushing against Itachi's ear.

"I want your body, Itachi." he rasped. One cool hand caressed the younger man's cheek. "I want inside you." Only the Sannin knew the double meaning behind his lusty words, and he chuckled, tangling his fingers into the hairs at the base of the younger man's ponytail.

Itachi stiffened, "Don't be so familiar with me." but didn't move to dislodge the alcohol-affected man for fear that it might cause a physical altercation, something which neither of them could afford.

Never in his life had Itachi imagined the usually cool and distant member of the Legendary Three having homosexual inclinations. Yet there he was: sitting on his lap, playing with his hair, telling him in lusty tones and so many words that he wanted sex.

"I'll be as familiar as I please." he hissed dangerously, sake-scented breath tickling his temple. Despite Itachi's icy glare, his body was reacting rather warmly to the weight of the man on his legs. Itachi considered his options: a drunken sexual encounter with a fellow S-class criminal or a drunken brawl with said S-class criminal. He decided that the idea of sex with his partner was actually quite pleasant and more than a little appealing (later he would blame this on the alcohol). So when the Sannin lowered his lips, the Uchiha did not protest.

Orochimaru sealed their lips together in a greedy kiss, tilting his head to better ravage the depths of Itachi's mouth with his thick strong tongue, and after a moment, Itachi returned the embrace with enthusiasm. The pale hand tightened it's grip on his hair and jerked viciously, forcing the younger man to throw his head back with a little cry. His vulnerable neck was immediately covered in heavy tooth-lined kisses that made him moan, low and breathy. Another hand snaked it's way down Itachi's torso, slender fingers teased his length through his clothes and stroked it to life.

Black lacquered nails dug into Orochimaru's back through the cloud-patterned cloth, dragging little pleasure filled hisses from the Sannin's mouth.

The next few moments were a blurr of motion as cloaks and clothes were discarded and flesh finally met flesh. Orochimaru was between his legs, grinding lustily into his groin and Itachi was fighting hard against the urge to beg for the older man to take him as he bucked upwards to increase the delicious friction.

Orochimaru kissed his way over the young nukenin's jaw and down his neck, lips ghosting hotly over his skin, coaxing little sounds of desire from Itachi's lips as he moved lower, sucking a nipple in between his teeth on his way down the sharingan wielder’s torso.

Itachi tensed in expectation of the older man's mouth upon his cock and was more than mildly surprised when instead he felt something warm and slick press against his anus and wiggle inside with a twinge of pain and a flood of pleasure. His lips parted in a soundless, gasping cry as he realized exactly what Orochimaru was doing.

The Sannin's tongue slid in further and pressed against various places within, seeking out Itachi's prostate and finding it. Itachi almost cried out again and arched upwards as Orochimaru sucked his now aching balls into his hot mouth, that unbelievable tongue thrusting into him. Precome leaked from him, trickling down his length in the most arousing manner. Again he resisted the need to beg, plead, for Orochimaru to finish him off.

As if the other man could read thoughts he withdrew his mouth and tongue. No words were exchanged, only a lusty gaze and an ascenting nod passed between them as Orochimaru positioned his own needy cock at the entrance which was not nearly ready enough.

Itachi could not surpress the strangled scream that tore from his lips as his body was invaded by this much larger appendage, the muscles clenched and unclenched as they spasmed from the exquisit pain. Orochimaru did not wait. He started moving just as soon as he'd seated himself within the Uchiha's body, hissing with the intensity of the contact.

A long, low, open mouthed groan flowed from the boy's lips in waves, growing louder with each push and dimmer with each pull. Pale fingers dug into hips that were barely three shades darker, jerking him up with each thrust. Itachi wrapped his legs about the Sannin's waist, affording him better access to his depths. The boyi withed and bucked as another set of pale digits encircled his previously abandoned length and began stroking it almost too hard in sequence with the almost violent pounding that he was sure would rip him in two.

The only sounds made by Orochimaru were little almost vocal gasps and the wet smaking of flesh against flesh. Itachi's groans of pleasure mingled with these and filled the clearing, startling birds and small animals as the volume increased with the speed and intensity of their motions.

Somehow the Sannin continued to thrust deeper and harder into him despite the fact that Itachi was sure it was physically impossible. The younger man tightened reflexively around the body inside him, causing the older to actually moan aloud with the sensation.

Orochimaru shifted the angle of his hips and plowed harder. Itachi could feel twigs and pine needles dig into his back and shoulders but he ignored the discomfort in favor of the pleasure he was experiencing at his partner's whim.

Quite suddenly, pale fingers wrapped around the Uchiha's cock and began to stroke and milk it in time with the rhythem of his feavered thrusts. With a heavy moan, Itachi bucked upwards into the pleasuring hand and Orochimaru thrust downwards. They both saw stars for a moment before they resumed.

They were so close, and now the scent of sweat mingled with those smells already present in the forest. Both redoubled their efforts, striving with every fiber of their beings to make it to the peak of pleasure and jump off into the oblivion of orgasmic bliss.

The entirety of their union was brief and on the verge of violent. The forest around them echoed with grunts and cries and the unmistakable scent of sex mingled with the smell of pine.

Itachi came first, splattering the older shinobi's stomach with semen that was almost lost against the pale of Orochimaru's skin. The Sannin wasn't far behind and Itachi could feel the unbelievable stiffening of the other's cock just moments before he let out a ragged gasping sound that was almost a scream in volume.

Panting, Orochimaru collapsed on top of his younger partner, lips dragging over his chest briefly as he settled his head against a broad shoulder. Itachi's arms made their way around the older shiobi's back, basking in the after rush of orgasm. His cock recalling the feel of the other man's palm rubbing him to release even as Orochimaru thrust into him so deeply he'd thought he might be torn in two. They stayed like that until their hearts ceased to pound in their ears and their breathing regained normalicy.

"I enjoyed that, Rochi-chama." Itachi intoned after what seemed an eternity.

Orochimaru laughed because Itachi had deliberately picked a nickname reminiscent of a beloved grandmother.