Imperfect Souls

Warnings: sex, unlawful use of a tongue, a little bit of fluff, maybe OOC(kinda), alternate realityish, a small smidgen of angst, spanking.

AN: Commissioned by annieme. Its more AR than canon since I made Oro have a bit of a nicer personality since she wanted some fluffiness and a totally bad guy oro just doesnt allow fluffy goodness. Also, I wasn't sure if the tongue came before or after he left Konoha or if he always had it so I wrote it as him always having it since both of us wanted the tongue. Anyway, enjoy.

Imperfect Souls

Orochimaru drifted on the wave of nothingness. He knew he was dead. After one last ditch effort to grasp control of Uchiha Sasuke’s body, he was finally sent to the place he feared and ran from for his entire life. He was a bit surprised. After all the horrible things he’d done, he would have thought a hell awaited him. There was no such thing. In fact, there were only the memories. Surprisingly, the one that came to mind was the beginning of the happiest time of his life.

~*~

Jiraiya collapsed to the ground, panting. The trickle of blood from a cut on his brow impaired the vision in his right eye, forcing him to close it. He hissed slightly, pressing his fingers to the tenderness in his side. They weren’t broken but it was obvious they hurt like hell.

“Do you yield?”

Orochimaru didn‘t expect him to yield. Jiraiya was not the type to give in even when it was obvious he was beaten. That was one of the things that attracted Orochimaru to him; his never ending will to keep going. It was also the reason he pushed him so hard. He wanted to see the other‘s limits.

“Honestly, one would think after six years under Sarutobi-sensei, you would have improved even a little.” Orochimaru snorted, wiping Jiraiya’s blood from his hand with a handkerchief.

“You bastard! I’ll never yield to you even if you beat me to a pulp.” Jiraiya stumbled to his feet, swaying as the world spun around him.

Orochimaru rolled his eyes, pressing the cloth back into a hidden pouch. “Do you honestly think you can take me on? You are and will always be worthless as a shinobi. I honestly don’t know how you were promoted to jounin. I wouldn‘t be surprised if Sarutobi-sensei bribed the officials to promote you.”

“Take that back, you arrogant bastard!” Jiraiya rocked across the training field determined to exact his revenge on the other.

Jiraiya and Orochimaru had been at each other’s throats since the beginning. They were also the closest friends, well as close as Orochimaru would allow. They were rivals but not for the same things. Jiraiya longed to protect his home. Orochimaru dreamed of ruling it. Neither were a bad person, they simply possessed different goals. Orochimaru was simply willing to do whatever it took to achieve his.

“Make me.” Orochimaru grinned, white teeth gleamed in the sun as he easily sidestepped the clumsy attack. Jiraiya was at his limit.

“That’s enough.”

Both young men froze in their tracks to see their mentor and teacher striding across the dusty training field. Sarutobi Hiruzen appeared between the two, his arms crossing his chest. Both boys turned to face the Hokage.

“The two of you are jounin now. You should put aside petty squabbles and work together to become better shinobi. I’ve taught you both all I know. Your futures are yours now. I’m proud of each of you individually. Remember our first training session. You are a team, even if I’m not with you.” Sarutobi said, placing a hand on both shoulders.

It was remarkable how much the two had changed from their genin days. Both wore the standard jounin uniform, including headband and flak jacket. Jiraiya’s body was stockier than Orochimaru but what the other lacked in brute strength, he made up for in quick reflexes and a keen mind. That wasn’t to say that Jiraiya was a slouch in the mental department. He was cunning in his own right. He was very quick on his feet to the point of being nearly on par with Orochimaru’s movements. Orochimaru excelled at jutsus while Jiraiya possessed more stamina. Each had their strengths and weaknesses, the biggest being each other.

Sarutobi puffed out a small breath. He knew of Orochimaru’s attraction to Jiraiya, just as he knew of Jiraiya’s obtuse nature. Orochimaru wouldn’t confess and Jiraiya was too slow to realize that every verbal and physical jab was a cry to be acknowledged as more than a teammate. Their bouts of name calling and fist throwing were nothing more than foreplay. He only hoped the two worked it out before they killed each other. An idea popped in his head, making him glad he was an exceptional shinobi.

“I’ll take you two to lunch. I’m sure you are both hungry. Meet me in the square in an hour. That should give you both time to clean and patch up any wounds.” Sarutobi offered, the plan already fermenting in his mind…all he had to do was get Tsunade to join them and it would be in the bag.

“Hell yeah! You’re paying, you old pervert!” grinned Jiraiya.

“Of course.” Sarutobi felt his eye twitch at the use of the term old. He was not old.

The three parted company, Sarutobi making his way quickly to the hospital where he was sure to find the last of his students. He would need her help for this plan to work without a hitch.

~*~

“Where is the old man? I’m starved.” Jiraiya complained to his companion. Orochimaru simply rolled his eyes as Jiraiya’s stomach grumbled loudly.

He had to admit, he was hungry. Probably not as hungry as Jiraiya but he had that ache in his stomach telling him it was time to eat. He normally didn’t eat this late but with his spar with Jiraiya going so long, he didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. At least his sensei would be there. It would give him a chance to pick his brain about the duties he’d taken on with his new position. If he hoped to ever possess the position, he would need to start early. With his sensei as Hokage, it was almost a shoe in for him to be the next. Hokages tended to nominate people close to them to the position, people they knew they could trust with the position. Who was closer to him than his best student?

An image he usually tamped down, popped into his brain of him sitting behind the desk in the Hokage’s office, Jiraiya’s white head buried in his crotch as he sucked him off, ANBU guards mere feet away in the next room. His eyes dilated at the thought, causing him to glance over at his teammate. Jiraiya was sprawled on the bench at the agreed meeting place, his hands resting behind his head, his fact relaxed. He looked practically edible.

Orochimaru stood as his sensei and teammate began approaching the two. Jiraiya remained oblivious to their approach, earning the wrath of a certain blonde haired medic. He watched as Tsunade approach Jiraiya, her foot connecting with a bandage wrapped shin.

“Get up you worthless bum.” she growled, her arms folded across her considerable bosom.

“Ouch, damn it. Tsunade-hime, why’d you do that? I was only resting my eyes until you got here.” Jiraiya danced a little on one leg, his hand rubbing his abused shin.

Orochimaru smirked at the scene. It allowed him a chance to observe Jiraiya’s ass without being noticed…or so he thought. Sarutobi walked up just as Jiraiya stopped his one legged dance.

“I’ve wanted the four of us to go out for a while. This is the first time we’ve all been in town at the same time in a while. I know the perfect restaurant for us to catch up at.” Sarutobi smiled brightly, his eyes twinkling.

The group followed the Hokage, making their way to a quaint restaurant in a quiet part of the village. The interior was decorated tastefully with a mixture of Japanese and Western culture. Each table was arranged in a private room. The warm atmosphere and pleasant service more than making up for the slightly elevated cost of the meals.

Sarutobi struggled not to laugh as Jiraiya flirted with their pretty server. If looks could kill, he was certain she would have dropped dead from Orochimaru’s glare. Tsunade met his gaze nodding as she passed a cups of sake around.

Both sensei and medic watched as their two teammates downed the sake before sipping their own. Tsunade offered both a refill, her own face cracking into a smile.

“What are you smiling at, Tsunade-hime?” Jiraiya asked, sipping his sake while trying to palm the server’s ass as she set the food out for them.

“Oh, it’s just a good day.”

“Hmph, for you maybe. I got my ass fucked up by that bastard. Then, he had to be an asshole and rub it in.” Jiraiya growled, downing another shot of sake.

Tsunade choked on her drink, going red in the face. The color on Sarutobi-sensei and Orochimaru’s faces matched in tone as they stared wide eyed at their white haired companion. Jiraiya didn’t seem to notice the looks.

“Is it getting hot in here?” asked Jiraiya, shedding his flak vest.

Orochimaru tugged at his collar, a drop of sweat trickling down his face. He was grateful for the table; else all would have seen the raging erection in his pants. It seemed to come out of no where and would not go away no matter how much he tried to will it away. He fought back a groan as he shifted on his pillow; the feel of his pants scraping along the swollen head was pure torture.

“Jiraiya…maybe you should slow down on the sake…” Tsunade tried to tug the bottle from his hands.

“Fuck off, bitch…it’s my sake…get your own.” Jiraiya shouted, guzzling down another shot.

“What did you call me, you piece of shit!” Tsunade was on her feet, her fist drawn back with every intention of plowing it through her teammate’s skull. Had Sarutobi not intervened, she most likely would have.

“Orochimaru, take Jiraiya home. I’ll go calm down Tsunade.” The Hokage ordered, his arms holding the royally pissed off woman. Her astounding strength was no use if she couldn’t use her arms.

“Yes, sensei.” Orochimaru watched as his sensei struggled to pull her from the restaurant before turning to eye his drunken teammate.

“I should just leave you.”

“What did I do?”

“What did you do? You are likely to be murdered by Tsunade if sensei doesn’t calm her down. You are an idiot. Drunk is no excuse for stupid.” Orochimaru hissed jerking the other to his feet.

“I’m not really drunk; I just wanted to see if she would hit a drunken man.” Jiraiya grinned, grabbing the bottle. “Want to go party at this brothel I know? I’m fucking horny as hell and you look like you need to get laid.”

Orochimaru was tempted to finish what Tsunade had tried. He seriously wanted to plow his fist directly into his skull. He wanted to see his blood and brain matter splattered on the pristine wall. He wanted to…kiss him. If he confessed now, he could blame it on the alcohol. His mind felt fuzzy. He usually had a high tolerance for alcohol. This liquor must have been particularly potent for it to create a haze to prevent him from focusing enough to understand why he felt so aroused. He almost couldn’t control his tongue as he opened his mouth.

“Jiraiya…I…”

“Did you see the tits on that server…and her ass? God I would pay a month’s salary to pound that.” Jiraiya drooled, taking a deep swallow of the sake.

Whatever Orochimaru was going to say was lost. All the calculating reason remaining fled his mind. He could safely say he’d never been more furious in his life. His normally iron tight control was gone along with nearly every inhibition. He was going to kill this man, fuck his plans, fuck his dream of sitting atop Konoha. Jiraiya was a dead man. For the pleasure of killing Jiraiya, he would forgo his goal of becoming Hokage.

“You’re dead.” Orochimaru said before plowing his fist deep into the other’s solar plexus.

Jiraiya flew backwards, slamming into the wood wall. “Bastard! What was that for?”

Orochimaru grabbed Jiraiya by the collar of his uniform pressing him hard into the wall. His citrine colored eyes narrowed, focused only on Jiraiya. He could smell the sake, sweat, and musk on his skin. The haze that had begun taking over his mind since shortly after he’d entered the restaurant engulfed him entirely.

A bead of sweat worked its way down Jiraiya’s neck, catching Orochimaru’s gaze. He couldn’t stop himself from dipping his much larger than normal tongue out to taste the flavor of the skin. The salty taste had him closing his eyes in pleasure. It was just as he’d imagined in all his midnight fantasies.

“Oro…” Jiraiya stared wide eyed.

“Do you know how many nights I’d have to jerk off after sparing with you? I’ve been going insane. Every time you make some comment about this woman’s tits or that woman’s ass. Every time I find you staring at women in the hot springs. I can’t take it anymore.” Orochimaru snarled, his fingers tightening with even more strength in the material of the other’s shirt.

“I didn’t…know.” Jiraiya’s eyes were wide, staring into Orochimaru’s hooded gaze.

Orochimaru was beyond comprehending anything said to him. His panting breath came in and out in puffs. His eyes dropped to stare at his teammate’s gaping lips. One taste couldn’t hurt. Jiraiya owed him that at least after all the cold showers and solo pleasuring. He fucking owed him!

Not wanting Jiraiya to get a word in, he plowed his lips into the other. His teeth nipped at the soft flesh before delving inside with his tongue. Heat was the only word to describe what he felt as his tongue pushed inside. The muffled gasp of his partner didn’t even register to him as his tongue claimed the heat created from the merging of their lips.

He didn’t feel the hands that came up to grasp the back of his flak vest. He didn’t even realize when the body he pressed desperately against had stopped fighting. Being lost in his own world, trying to devour the other was probably why Jiraiya was able to turn the tables on him.

One minute he was shoving his hips into the other, desperate for more of his heat; the next moment he was flat on his back with a knee pressed sharply into his crotch. Lips once still were practically eating him. He was so at a loss after the sudden turn in his position it took him a moment to realize he was no longer in control of the kiss. Jiraiya…was…kissing…him. Passionately.

“If you wanted to fuck, you only had to say so. I like boys too.” Jiraiya growled, reaching down to palm Orochimaru’s rock hard erection. “There are nice things about both genders. Women possess nice soft curves to play with while men…men have a delightful harshness. There is nothing sexier than hearing a man scream out in pleasure as he cums from a cock shoved up his ass.”

“What…?” Orochimaru hissed as the buttons on his pants were deftly undone, opening a way for clever hands to dip inside.

Jiraiya’s hands stroked the smooth dips of his hips as his lips nibbled on his jaw. He felt as if cold water was poured over his mind, if not his body. It helped him gain some semblance of control. “I don’t fucking bottom.”

“Oh really?” Jiraiya flipped him over so fast his head was spinning. Orochimaru tried to make his muscles work, to make himself push away the other as he tugged his pants down over his hips to reveal the pale almost otherworldly skin covering his buttocks.

“Get off!” hissed Orochimaru, bucking his hips on to freeze as Jiraiya’s palm landed firmly on the skin with a crack.

“You know you don’t want it like that. Stop fighting. Isn’t this what you wanted? If I’d have known you liked guys, I’d have volunteered my services before now.” Jiraiya growled.

“I don’t like guys.” he rebutted, increasing his struggles only to feel the palm crack against his buttocks once more, leaving a slight tingle spreading along his skin. He couldn’t say he didn’t find the action pleasurable.

“Hmm, your current state tells me otherwise.” Jiraiya groaned, stroking his hand gently across the skin he’d just spanked.

“We’ve been drugged you asshole.” hissed Orochimaru, his brain finally able to analyze and understand what was going on with his body. He supposed he should thank Jiraiya for clearing his mind a little with the spanking. Maybe he would do so later when he wasn’t over heating from lust.

“Drugged you say?”

“It was probably Tsunade…some sort of joke perhaps. Now get off me.” Orochimaru began struggling anew.

“Well, since we are already in a state of lust, why don’t we just make the most of it? I can make you feel good.” Jiraiya licked one pale globe, smirking at the way his rival trembled at the touch.

“I told you…oh Gods…Stop that. I told you I don’t bottom.” The words had no sooner left his mouth than a damp finger was shoved unceremoniously up his rectum. It didn’t feel good. Orochimaru wasn’t a virgin when it came to same sex relationships but his ass was. Jiraiya’s clumsy touches were probably due to the alcohol and impatience from the drug. In all his fantasies of the two of them, he’d always been the top. It never occurred to him to bottom or that Jiraiya might prefer the top. It was a bit of a buzz kill.

“Just stop. Go fuck one of those women at your brothel.” Orochimaru thumped his head to the hard floor.

“I bet I can make you like it…unless you are too chicken shit to try.” Jiraiya’s voice purred in his ear.

Orochimaru growled. Jiraiya knew the other hated being told he was a pussy. Well, if Jiraiya was determined to go along with this then he would make him pay. “I bet you a week’s salary I can make you cum before I do.”

Jiraiya paused at the challenge. A week’s salary for a jounin was a considerable amount, especially if said jounin was Orochimaru. His skills were ANBU level or higher. His intelligence was that of a genius. His success rate with missions was almost perfect. There was a catch, he was sure of it but a challenge such as this had to be met. “Deal!”

Orochimaru smirked before wincing again at the thrust of fingers. “I thought I was supposed to like it. At this rate I won’t even have to try to make you cum first.”

“Shut up, asshole. Just wait.” Jiraiya grunted, searching for the hidden prostate. His brain was slowly coming back into play as well.

Orochimaru hissed as the fingers stretched him. He was tempted to just say fuck it and go home. He wasn’t even hard anymore; the effects of the poison must have been short acting. Definitely a joke on Tsunade’s part.

The fingers were removed, bringing a sigh of relief. He hadn’t realized Jiraiya would be such a lousy lay. He was about push the other off when fingers returned to his ass, this time slicked with…lube? What the hell?

“Lube?” Orochimaru gasped as the fingers slid easily inside, this time not burning nearly as bad.

“A shinobi is always prepared.” answered Jiraiya, his fingers pushing easily inside until they found the spot they’d searched for.

Orochimaru gasped, his head hit the floor with a thud as a shiver went straight from his ass to his dick. The sensation revived his flagged erection with a vengeance. He was grateful he was still wearing his forehead protector or he was sure he would have bruised his head with the force of the blow against the floor.

“See, told you I would make you like it.” Jiraiya was obviously pleased with the response.

Orochimaru hissed a string of profanities before struggling once more. His control was slipping once more as he felt Jiraiya swipe his tongue around the lube coated entrance. Oh Heaven help him.

“You still have to make me cum first.” he growled, taking a few deep breaths as both fingers and tongue were removed.

“I don’t think I have to worry.” smirked Jiraiya, coating his own erection with a thick layer of lubricant.

“Don’t count your chickens.” he hissed, biting his lips as the thick head of Jiraiya’s cock pressed against his anus.

His nails bit into the wooden floor at the pressure of the invading cock. It didn’t feel the least bit pleasurable. Seriously, were all the other men he’d been with faking it? The deeper he went, the more uncomfortable it became. He supposed he should be grateful Jiraiya was taking the time to take it slowly. At least he would have his next paycheck. That was some comfort.

He shuddered against the warm chest pressing against his clothed back. He didn’t want to take comfort from the feeling. He just wanted it to be over with so he could plot his revenge on Tsunade.

He was searching for some sort of inner peace from the throbbing ache in his ass when Jiraiya began rolling his hips, giving little thrusts. Orochimaru was about to growl at him to just hurry up and finish when his body went rigid. Now, when Jiraiya had teased his prostate with his fingers, the sensation was mildly pleasurable. Not overly so, but enough to get him slightly hard. This touch, however, broke through his control, causing him to moan. It was as if a thousand volts of electricity were sent through his body. His head jerked up in shock. His cock went from limp to hard in a matter of seconds. “What the fuck?”

“Feels good doesn’t it?” Jiraiya panted, pulling back ever so slightly only to press back in forcefully.

Orochimaru screamed, his back arching at the feeling rushing through him. Oh God in Heaven, he never knew it felt that good. His eyes rolled back and his mind turned to goo.

He couldn’t focus; each inward thrust seemed to be perfectly aimed. His prostate throbbed, sending a small spurt of pre-cum out the tip of his penis. From the raised angle of his hips, he could see it dripping to stain the wood of the floors. His mind chose that moment to realize where they were…and what they were doing in said place. He became impossibly harder as he imagined someone catching them in the act.

He moaned at the thought of that curvy server returning to find them rutting on the floor. There was no other word for what they were doing. They were rutting like animals in a private room of an upscale restaurant.

Jiraiya had stopped the slow teasing in favor of deep, hard thrusts. Orochimaru’s brain alternated between crystal clarity and disorganized madness. He could barely remember his name as the thrusts became harder.

All too soon he could feel the build up beginning in his spine. It was going to be a hard one, probably one of his most powerful. In a last ditch effort to win the bet, he released his tongue to extend past his own cock and towards where Jiraiya was connected to him. He felt the other stiffen at the touch of his tongue. He knew he had him then.

His mouth burned as he stretched his tongue to nearly its limit, curling it around Jiraiya’s balls. He could feel them pulsing against his tongue as he tightened the muscle. That was all it took. He felt the other pulse inside him. He felt the thickness of cum coating his inside. The pleasure at having made Jiraiya cum sent him over the edge. He reached down to stroke his erection through the orgasm, riding out the pleasure of both a heady orgasm and winning the bet. He grunted as the result of his orgasm splashed on the floor.

Both lay their panting in the aftermath. Orochimaru grinned. He might have taken it up the ass but he was the one who’d controlled the orgasm. It was a rush to feel the pleasure of being in complete control. Well, not as complete as he would have liked but enough to bask in.

“I won.” purred Orochimaru.

“Fuck.” Jiraiya panted. “Anyway we can forgo the payment? I mean you did enjoy it.”

“I expect you next paycheck in my hand by the end of pay day.”

“Asshole.”

“Hn.”

~*~

Orochimaru groaned as he slid into his bed. He’d been on a two week mission and was grateful to for the feel of cool sheets. The body in the bed rolled over, pulling him into warm arms.

“When did you get back?”

“Just now.”

“I missed you.”

“You missed getting laid.”

Jiraiya chucked, kissing the top of a dark head before forcing him to his stomach. “That too.”

“I heard you were taking on a team of genin.” Orochimaru sighed into the soft stroking touches as they became firmer, loosening the taunt muscles.

“I’m still thinking about it. Not sure I want to give into the old pervert.” Jiraiya began massaging the tight muscles in Orochimaru’s back.

“Sarutobi-sensei must trust you if he asked you to do this. Who would have thought an idiot like you would get a genin team?” Orochimaru released a loud groan as particularly stiff muscle was massaged.

“How long have we been together?”

“Six years?”

“In those six years, have you ever heard of me giving into the old man without a fight?”

“When I’m Hokage, are you going to give me this much trouble?”

“Only the best kind of trouble.” Jiraiya grinned, biting the pale globe of Orochimaru’s ass before dipping his tongue in the crease.

“Stop it…I haven’t bathed yet.” Orochimaru groaned as Jiraiya chuckled but nipped his way towards the other’s neck.

“Then I guess you don’t want that blow job I was about to give you.”

“Idiot.

~*~

“Orochimaru, when are you going to marry me?” Jiraiya teased, as they sparred.

“When you stop being an idiot.” Orochimaru answered with a lethal toss of his kunai, knowing full well Jiraiya would dodge the attack easily.

“Hey! You could have killed me with that.” Jiraiya snatched the kunai from where it was embedded in a tree.

“I knew you would dodge it.”

“Yeah, well what if I hadn’t?”

Orochimaru shrugged, leaving the field. He’d leave Jiraiya to pout for a while. If he hurried, he could finish his meeting with Danzou before dinner time. The other had made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. A live, willing subject for his experimentation. He felt a slight pain in his heart about keeping a part of his life hidden from Jiraiya. The other wouldn’t understand. It was better this way.

~*~

“My fellow shinobi of Leaf. May I present my choice to succeed me as Hokage? Namikaze Minato.” Sarutobi didn’t fail to see the angry look on his student’s face as he disappeared into the cheering crowd.

“Jiraiya…” He said, approaching his student.

“What is it old man?” Jiraiya turned from patting his student on the back to face his mentor.

“I think you should talk with Orochimaru.”

Jiraiya frowned. “Where is he?”

“He left towards your apartment.”

Jiraiya approached the apartment carefully, sensing the raging chakra. He opened the door to see their living area in shambles. “Oro?”

“What do you want?” The hiss came from a darkened corner.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Do I want to talk about it? No, I don’t think I do. I’m finished with this place and with you.” Orochimaru knew it was cruel. The truth was he was lying. It was better that way. He loved Jiraiya too much to make him suffer through having to make the choice between his village and his lover. He could never do that to the other, not after so many years together. He would never regret those years together. Never.

“What do you mean?” Jiraiya grabbed his lover’s arm.

“We are through, Jiraiya. I only used you to keep Sarutobi-sensei off my back. You were a good lay so it wasn’t hard to keep you around even if you are a worthless excuse of a shinobi.” Orochimaru broke a little with ever word. He had to cut the ties or else he would only be weighed down by his emotions. It was better for both of them this way.

“You…You don’t mean that…”

“Every word.”

With that, he left the other slumped against the broken door jamb. He would go deal with his experiments and then leave this worthless place for good. A few of the infants were showing promise, as was Danzou.

~*~

Orochimaru cried out. He was sure that tears were running down his face as he floated in the nothingness of death. This was his Hell. He was doomed to relive the happiness he’d tasted before leaving Konoha. It forced him to watch what he’d given up in the pursuit of immortality and power. And, it fucking hurt.

“Why are you crying, bastard?”

Orochimaru opened his eyes to find himself standing in a white room. There was nothing on the walls, nothing on the floor or ceiling. His eyes felt hazy, forcing him to blink a few times as the figure before him grew in clarity.

He blinked a few times, unsure if he was seeing who he thought he was. “Jiraiya?”

The other snorted, crossing his massive arms over his chest. “Who else do you think would wait for you to release your hold on that boy?”

“Where are we?”

“I suppose you could call this limbo. This is where we wait. Normally the rooms are filled with the loved ones of those who went before us. They are the ones who pull us from the darkness. They told me not help you. They said you didn’t deserve the rest offered. I just told them to go fuck themselves.” Jiraiya grinned, the skin around his eyes crinkling in mirth.

“Why? After all I did, why?” Orochimaru fell to his knees, his eyes misting with the weight of his life.

“Well, I could give you this whole big drawn out explanation but the truth is, I’ve loved you for so long, I really don’t want to spend eternity without you. I’ve waited long enough for you. You should have been here months ago but no, you had to go and cling onto that Uchiha boy like a turd on a dog’s ass.” Jiraiya griped, pulling Orochimaru to his feet.

“Idiot. That was a horrible saying. I can’t believe you were actually published.” Orochimaru scowled.

Jiraiya blinked a few times before grinning widely. “You read my books?”

“In a moment of weakness.” Orochimaru sniffed indignantly.

“I knew you still loved me.”

“Loving you was never an issue.”

“Aren’t you a sweetheart?”

“Idiot.”

“Snake.”

“So this is my Hell? Dealing with you for eternity?”

“Hey! You take that back!”

“Make me.”

A deep laughter filled the air. Heaven or Hell, they were together in it. Two imperfect souls taking eternal comfort in each other.

The End~