Cuz You're my Everything

Cuz You’re my Everything—

“Orochimaru-baka!” The little white haired freak yelled at the top of his lungs.

Now, Orochimaru was usually a man of integrity and wisdom… but he was pretty sure this was the stupidest thing he had ever done in his entire life. He stared blankly at the idiot that kept waving the bed sheet around— almost as if though he were a monkey about to get his banana— and he tried to ignore the twitch that his damned cock gave at the sight of that slim ass shaking about. Honestly, he had no idea how the toad managed to always have so many women after him. He was a complete moron.

“You fucking ruined my sheets with your cum!” The brat screeched, as if though Orochimaru were deaf— completely ignoring the fact that he had neighbors.

“Hn,” he grunted, ignoring the idiotic pout that the toad threw his way. He had a headache now, and he needed a shower. He fucking smelt like fucking frogs. He understood that Jiraiya was the master of frogs, but what the hell? I mean, Orochimaru was the master of snakes, but you didn’t see him going around growing scales, did you?

He scoffed at himself. He was truly an idiot. He had slept with the biggest moron in his village. On the bright side though— now he had a good reason as to why he should burn down Konoha— he really needed no reminders of this. Ever. And what the hell was that noise that was making his migraine explode anyway?

“Hello? Oh! Yeah! Well… No! I mean, of course I still want to go out with you, it’s just something came up last night. I’m really sorry you had to wait all night… Yeah, I know I should have called you. How ‘bout I make it up to you; let me just take a shower and I’ll take you out for brunch Heriou-chan?”

Well that certainly did get his attention; for some reason a rather possessive sounding growl emanated from his throat— it managed to surprise even himself. Why was he even caring that Jiraiya had a brunch date? The little prick could stick his rather little prick in whatever hole he wished. He didn’t care.

“You’re not going,” okay, so he really couldn’t have done anything to prevent those words from escaping his lips. Great. Now he was stuck, because he was sure Jiraiya wouldn’t make this easy for him. But then again, it really didn’t matter if Jiraiya made it hard for him, because there was no way that he would allow the little freak to go on a date with some random whore after they had… Ahem. Whatever.

“Awww… what’s the matter Oro, are ya jealous?” Jiraiya’s smile overtook his entire face— his eyes shined with mirth— he even danced at the prospect that his lover was jealous.

He, of course, just rolled his eyes. He wasn’t jealous. Baka.

“Listen bastard… I’m going! It’s your fucking fault I ditched her last night; I really liked her!”

Orochimaru’s eyes narrowed at that. He didn’t give a damn what the toad wanted, “You’re not going.” He knew that his teammate was the village’s biggest idiot, but really, it shouldn’t be that hard to understand the fact that he wasn’t going to go on that date. “You will never touch me again if you go,” he added, just for the extra effect he knew it would have. He smirked when Jiraiya’s eyes widened.

“Hn, what makes you think I want to touch you again?” Jiraiya crossed his arms over his chest, his lower lip sticking out, drawing Orochimaru’s eyes to it, “Last night was a mistake anyway.”

Well, as embarrassing as it was to admit it: that hurt. He had absolutely no idea why, but it did. He looked at Jiraiya and he knew by the look he was receiving that the toad regretted his words— he even looked a little scared. Jiraiya looked away from him, and that was something he had really learned to hate over the years— Jiraiya always avoided his eyes when he was scared— and he hated it because the toad’s eyes were what always let him know what was going on in that bombarded mind. “Then go,” he said coldy.

It was for the best anyways. He didn’t need such attachments. He was Orochimaru; he was a genius. He had no room for feelings; the sooner he got rid of them, the better… Yet the small tug that threatened to crush his heart when Jiraiya turned around managed to scare the shit out of him. Was Jiraiya really going to go? After they had made love? Was he really going to pick a plastic bitch over him?

He waited silently for Jiraiya to do or even say something. He would do no more wooing on his part; he had already humiliated himself enough by lowering down to such standards and actually bedding the moron. He would not beg him to stay— he would never beg him to stay. And he would never take the toad into his bed again if he decided to leave with a whore; that was for sure.

Jiraiya walked to the bed and sat down, the sheets opened a bit, revealing pale flesh. Orochimaru cursed his damned teenage hormones. When the toad finally looked into his eyes again, he found that he was astonished to see conflict in them. He didn’t know what to think. Was Jiraiya expecting him to say something?

“No, I have to do the laundry anyways,” Jiraiya said softly, a small smile tugging at his lips— he let himself fall onto the bed, the sheets revealing even more pale skin.

Orochimaru’s muscles unclenched, as did his fists. He felt a wave of relief wash over him, “Hn,” he grunted as he walked towards the bathroom. He really needed a shower. And he really needed not to be in the same room as Jiraiya.

Unfortunately, that was obviously too much to ask for because suddenly there was a fully naked Jiraiya in the same bathroom, and he was muttering something about them taking a shower together. Now, usually, he would have kicked the moron out on his ass, but seeing on how the little freak had decided to stay— not to mention he could change his mind anytime— he decided to allow him to stay this one time.

At first, Orochimaru thought that it could be a civilized shower. He had been mistaken. “You’re fucking taking all the hot water, move out of the way!” Jiraiya practically yelled.

The snake master growled. You’d think the bastard would be happy that he was in the shower with him to begin with, but oh no, he just couldn’t shut his damned trap, “Listen you flea infested freak… Shut it or I swear I’ll castrate you,” his migraine was getting worse.

It was like Jiraiya didn’t have the gift of comprehension. He kept moving around, as if though they were in the open; as if though the tub wasn’t 9 feet long and 6 feet wide! He was just about to make his threat a reality, and really, he would have— had the little brat not started washing his back with soft soft hands.

Did he just fucking moan?

“You were jealous last night, weren’t you?” Jiraiya mumbled, managing to surprise him. His hands traveled to Orochimaru’s ghostly pale neck; his fingers massaging little circles into his skin.

“Idiot,” he replied… because really, there was no way he could answer that truthfully. So maybe he had been a little jealous. Okay… so maybe he had destroyed a whole fucking bar because Jiraiya had had three plastic bitches hanging off of him. So what? That didn’t make him jealous. Just drunk. And he swore to kami he would never drink again. That was entirely too humiliating. He didn’t like making a fool of himself— and last night, he had done just that. He mentally sighed to himself. He supposed that everyone got one excuse in their life time— everyone went through their first time of getting drunk, after all. On the bright side though, he hadn’t known anyway in that bar; thank kami. Well, besides Tsunade and Jiraiya— but they didn’t count. He had plenty of things to blackmail them with.

“What happens now, Oro?”

What on earth made Jiraiya think he had the answer to that question? How the hell should he know? The only thing he knew for sure was that if Jiraiya kept touching him like that, they were going to end up back in bed. “Nothing,” he managed to say without stuttering.

Orochimaru was nothing if not realistic though. He knew that Jiraiya was his only weakness. It angered him to no end. He would get rid of it though— he would. Everything would be perfect one day. He would learn not to care.

“Do you want me, Oro?” Jiraiya’s voice was so soft, that Orochimaru had to turn around to face those bright blue eyes.

His breath hitched as the toad leaned in and their lips connected. His hands immediately went to Jiraiya’s hips, bringing him as closely to him as possible. It was forsakenly, and undeniably, the reality of his situation: he wanted Jiraiya, he wanted him so damned much that it was almost painful. He pushed the smaller body up against the tile wall, ignoring the way Jiraiya’s head crashed against it. He pressed his sex to Jiraiya’s, loving the way Jiraiya moaned out his name.

“Tell me you want me, Oro,” Jiraiya demanded breathlessly as his hand went down to cup Orochimaru’s ball sack.

“I want to be inside you,” he said honestly. And he was rewarded with a bite to his neck, “I want to fuck you until you can’t walk anymore.”

Jiraiya laughed at that, but continued the foreplay, “I won’t stop you.”

That managed to get another groan out of the usually stoic and uncaring snake. He moved out of the way when Jiraiya was just about to capture his mouth in another kiss, and smirked at the confusion in the toad’s eyes. “We need to get back in bed; I’m not going to have my first time with you when I'm actually sober be in here.” And with that said, he turned off the shower, pulling a very excited toad with him back towards the bedroom.

“Awww Orochimaru, you’re so romantic,” Jiraiya teased, and received a glare in return.

“It’s gonna hurt, baby,” Orochimaru said sarcastically, smirking at the pout he received for his words.

Once Jiraiya had jumped back into the bed Orochimaru was instantly on him— he had never felt so alive. He had to admit that it scared him— because he knew that no one would ever be able to make him feel like Jiraiya did— he had fallen into a trap, and he didn’t know if he’d ever find his way out.

His tongue danced with Jiraiya’s; his hands explored those strong thighs; his cock massaged against the toad’s cock; and he thought perhaps he was going mad.

“Come inside me, Oro,” Jiraiya whispered into his neck, and Orochimaru’s cock twitched at the request.

He positioned himself between the toad’s strong thighs, and he placed the head of his cock at Jiraiya’s entrance. Something inside him needed to be assured that this is what they both wanted— and when his eyes met Jiraiya’s— something inside him possessed him to lean forward and whisper, “You’re so perfect,” into his lover’s ear.

Orochimaru pushed himself slowly into the tight ass. His eyes rolled into the back of his head— Jiraiya’s legs rapped around his waist— and he started a steady rhythm. He had experienced the act of sex with a few women in the past— but this was just beyond words.

He pushed his cock into Jiraiya’s tight hole time after time, each time getting closer and closer to completion. He grunted and moaned like a school girl— he kissed Jiraiya’s face everywhere— he suckled on those pink nipples— he suckled on that neck— he entwined their fingers together— he told the toad over and over again how beautiful he was— and then he came inside of his lover.

“I’m gonna come,” Jiraiya moaned, gyrating his hips frantically— spilling his seed all over Orochimaru’s chest.

Orochimaru let himself fall on top of Jiraiya, his chest moving in an out in accordance with his breathing. That had undoubtedly been the best experience he had ever had in the 17 years of his life. He buried his face into Jiraiya’s neck, loving how the smaller boy beneath him simply hugged him in return. This was so crazy… he had just fucked with Jiraiya.

“You know, Oro, you might look like a girl, but you sure as hell don’t weigh like one,” the toad bit lightly at his shoulder.

Orochimaru smirked and was about to say something smart, when his eyes met with Jiraiya’s. It was in that moment that he saw something he didn’t want in the toad’s eyes— something he couldn’t have: love.

His lover’s gentle smile made a warm feeling spread throughout his chest; and it was then that he realized that this could not exist between them. This could never happen— he could not allow himself to be so weak.

And he knew he could break that smile— and he knew he could make him cry— he knew that he could make that love disappear— and he knew that he would.

“I am truly sorry,” he said, leaning in; placing a gentle kiss on Jiraiya’s lips.


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Authors Note: Haha, this is the second Orochimaru/Jiriya fic. And like I said, I made this one from Orochimaru's POV! I know it took forever, but I found myself caught in my other fictions. So yeah. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed. If you took the time to read, then PLEASE review! I might make another one... I keep getting Ideas for these two guys, lol.