Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Remember ❯ The beginning ( Chapter 1 )

REMEMBER

 

Chapter 1

 

Warnings: Yaoi, anal, oral, rimming, characters death, sadness.

Disclaimer: Jiraiya and the other characters are not mine *pouts*, but belongs to Kishimoto-sama ♥

 

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Jiraiya fiddled the pencil in his hand as he gazed to the street below his window. Nothing worked today, his thoughts were a mess and concentration had completely blown out of the window. He dropped the pencil to the table and closed his little notepad.

 

He sighed and got up, pulling on his wooden shoes and grabbed his kunai's and forehead protector from the table. It was afternoon already and a perfect time to get something to eat and maybe a bottle of sake to wash the food down with.

 

He reached for his red jacket and shook out the mess of white hair onto his shoulders. Once more he glanced at the empty room and jumped on to the windowsill. There was no point to mope around here alone and go insane.

 

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Orochimaru was tired but still kept up the steady, fast pace until he reached the outer walls of Konoha. He was breathing hard and slowed down to steady his breathing, swiping sweat from his forehead. He still felt messy even with the clean(er) clothes but it would have to do, he didn't want to waste his time going to his apartment and clean up again.

 

He had come all this way because of one thing and would not start to doubt the smartness of his decision now. He opened the ponytail his hair was tied on to let the long, flowing hair loose to frame his face and hide his eyes. He felt paranoid about his eyes, maybe other people could see his true self from his eyes, the thing that he really was.

 

His secret studies had advanced more than he could have ever hoped for, but still his mind rebelled, stuffing his heart full of dreams and hopes of something… that was never going to be possible. `I'm not made for living, I'm made for destroying lives. That's what I'm best at… and I know he will hate me for it, but I can't stop.'

 

He would eventually destroy them all. Somehow he knew it, even when he couldn't tell how he knew it. This, why he was doing this stupid thing he was about to do, was just an escape plan that he really knew would not work, but he had to try, because, somewhere deep in his heart, he felt that this was right. And that's something he could not say about a lot of things he did.

 

He took a deep breath and walked to the gate, greeting the guard and walking in to the town.

 

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It was a short way to the nearest food stand where Jiraiya bought a bowl of ramen and slurped it down with a considerable amount of sake, watching the people walking by. When he was finished, he just sat there and tried to figure out something to do.

 

It would not do to go back, he had to find something interesting to do rather than spend his free day staring at an empty paper, in an empty apartment and getting even more agitated than he already was.

 

He drooped his head and poured more sake into the little cup in front of him on the counter. He could always get so damn drunk that he wouldn't remember that he was lonely and hang in the bars all night, sleeping till noon tomorrow until Tsunade would break his door and burst in with happy birthday wishes… that sounded like a very feasible plan. He sighed.

 

 

Suddenly he heard a familiar, raspy greeting close to his ear. He jumped around as Orochimaru sat next to him, smiling his mysterious smile. He stared at his team mate for a second as his face dropped into a frown. His heart fluttered.

 

He offered Orochimaru a cup of sake and watched as the other man took the cup from his fingers and drank it on one long gulp, chuckling at the look on his face. His long, black hair dropped onto his face, hiding his eyes as well as all his emotions.

 

Jiraiya wanted to brush the hair away to see if his friend was smiling with his eyes too or if it was that shallow smile he always wore when he was actually not happy at all. But eventually he only took back the cup and put it on to the counter. Orochimaru leaned closer to him

“You miss me?”

 

Jiraiya groaned, leaning his elbow on the counter “You could have told that you were leaving in the first place. I haven't heard of you for over a month!”
The pale man brushed his shoulder slightly with his fingers and whispered into his ear “Do you want me to go away then?”

 

“You know what I meant. I was just…” His voice faded away and he lowered his eyes so he wouldn't have to look into those yellow, gleaming eyes. Orochimaru fiddled with a lock of his white, thick hair and hummed, looking at him with questioning eyes until Jiraiya coughed and stood up.

 

“Perhaps we should go somewhere else?”
“Oh really… why?”
“The bar or your place?”
“Do you want us to be alone or to drink?”

He could see Orochimaru's slitted pupils staring straight into his soul from under the black hair as he waited for his answer.

 

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Orochimaru fiddled with the key for a while to open the several locks on his door. He was secretive about everything that was inside his house and rarely let anyone inside. Of course Jiraya was one of those rare people was he let inside, but he was forbidden to enter any locked doors inside the house and obeyed that rule out of respect for his friend. He was used to secrets, that's how Orochimaru had always been.

 

Then the door finally opened and he was pulled inside. All his thoughts went into a blur in an instant as the black haired ninja tangled his long hands around him and pressing his hot body closer. They fell against the door before he could even take of his shoes, his mouth was filled with the delicious, sake scented, long tongue that probed his mouth deeply.

Orochimaru's hard and hungry hands groped him all over, pulling and tugging at his clothes. He moaned into the delicious mouth of the lithe ninja and turned them around, pushing him against the wall, pressing against his body and pulling at his green ninja-vest.

 

Orochimaru tossed his forehead protector off and they could hear a clatter as it crashed into something and both items dropped to the floor. Neither of them turned to look what it had been. Jiraiya groaned, thrusting his hips against Orochimaru and gradually lifting him off the floor. He felt a sharp bite on his shoulder and growled deep in his throat.

 

“Mmm, hold on… I have to wash up quickly.” Orochimaru pushed him off, licking his lips but still keeping his hands on his chest. Jiraiya groaned once again and leaned his body against Orochimaru's to feel his hardness against his thigh. “Noooo, I can't stop now.”

Orochimaru chuckled “I'm messy and stink.”

“I don't care.”

“I do.”

 

Jiraya pouted, his mouth turning down. He dropped his hands down and sighed.

“Would you mind fixing something to eat while I shower?” Orochimaru asked, grinning and sliding his hand along the taller mans torso. Jiraya breathed deep, pouted more and finally nodded in defeat. All he wanted right now was to carry the man into the bed and fuck him senseless, but it wouldn't work if he was hungry and dirty.

 

Orochimaru grinned at him and licked his cheek as a thank you. Jiraiya lifted his fingers to brush the dark hair finally away from his face to see his eyes, he was hypnotized by those eyes that could see so deep into his soul. He had missed them so much...

The yellow snake-eyes were calm, though a bit sad. He slid his fingers along the markings around his eyes and made him close his eyelids. He kissed both eyelids and then hugged the man quickly before letting him go.

 

“Go clean up, I take care of the food.” he patted his (delicious) butt and sent him off.

 

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Jiraiya stopped in the middle of the hallway on his way to the kitchen when realization hit him “You came to see me before even showering or changing clothes?”

Orochimaru just walked towards the bathroom, saying nothing that would suggest he had heard a word he has said. Jiraya grinned; he didn't need a better answer than that.

 

Orochimaru stripped off from his ninja gear and clothes slowly in his sight. It was a striptease act that Jiraiya knew was meant for him, and he was enjoying every second of it as the man revealed more and more pale skin in front of him.

 

When he was completely naked, he turned slightly, grinning to him and then disappeared to the bathroom. His long, black hair flowed down his slender back and waved slightly as he walked away. Suddenly cooking was the last thing in Jiraiya's mind, but he knew how cranky a hungry Orochimaru could be, so he stepped into the kitchen, trying to stay calm and controlled, failing miserably and dropping every item from his fingers that he tried to lift up.

 

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Orochimaru got out of the shower in a very short time, looking and smelling deliciously soaked and clean. He pressed himself against Jiraiya's back as the man was finally finishing the fast meal for him and purred into his ear.

“You smell like the sun.” Orochimaru mumbled with a tired voice.

“Was that a pleasant way of telling me that I stink of sweat?” Jiraya chuckled and got a nib from sharp teeth onto his shoulder. “Hmmm, I don't think the sun smells like sweat.”

 

Jiraya turned around, folding his arms around... a very much naked body that leaned closer to him. “Meal is ready. You want to eat?” he grinned.

“Yes.”

He set a bowl onto Orochimaru's hand and guided him to sit in front of the table, squeezing his buttock as he was just about to sit. “Tease.”

 

They sat opposite to each other in silence until Orochimaru pushed the empty bowl away and turned to watch Jiraya who was sipping sake from a cup and fiddled trough a newspaper. He got up and walked in front of the tall ninja, moving the table away and standing there until Jiraya reached for him.

 

Orochimaru kneeled in front of him, letting his long black hair flow all over him onto the floor. Jiraya observed his every movement as the naked man sat on his knees on the floor and took a hold of his knees.

“Did you miss me?” He asked again, grinning like a predator as he spread Jiraiya's legs apart. And this time Jiraya finally replied truthfully.

 

“Yes, I did.” he whispered, kissing the black hair and caressing his cheek with the palm of his hand. Orochimaru closed his eyes and leaned against the touch. “That's good, no point in coming back if there is nobody waiting for you...” He whispered back, his tone even more coarse than normally.

 

“Is everything okay?”

“Mmmmm… yes.” Orochimaru lifted his eyes to look into Jiraiya's and slid his hands along his thighs. “There are some things that you don't want to know, trust me.”

“You know I trust you”

“But can I trust you?”

 

Jiraya frowned. “Don't start this again. The whole world is not against you.”

Orochimaru smiled and kissed the palm of his hand. “No, not the whole world... But you will eventually hate me too.”

Jiraya felt a stab of pain in his heart. Orochimaru had repeated that ever since he could remember. He didn't know what the man meant and had always thought that it was just a part of his paranoid personality. But it never felt good to hear that.

 

“I could never imagine hating you.” He whispered softly, leaning down to kiss the pale man and carefully slid into his lap on the floor, folding his hands around the naked torso.

Orochimaru looked sad, his eyes turned down, but when he lifted his face up again, he was grinning slightly again “You're heavy”.

 

“Blame yourself, you should have come to me so I wouldn't have to sit on you.”

“Well, I was planning a blowjob, but… I can't do that anymore” He snickered, squeezing Jiraiya's buttocks. Jiraya huffed and tried to rise up to the chair again but Orochimaru stopped him.

“Let's just stay like this a little while.”

“I thought I was heavy.”

“I'm strong enough to hold you for a moment.”

 

Orochimaru buried his face into the thick white bush of hair. He had always adored Jiraiya's hair, it was so huge and soft that he could hide himself under it. He tangled his fingers into the hair and started to braid it.

He wished he could hide himself from the rest of the world. This was the place he felt like home in, he felt peaceful and safe. But when he left Jiraiya, and it happened a lot, since they were both working ninja's, his inner turmoil returned and made him do things he later on regretted.

 

Like the mission he had just returned from. He had to kill people, but what he could never tell to anyone, was that he had enjoyed the killing far too much and wanted more blood until he was covered with it.

 

The reek of blood could still not leave him, even after a bath on the way here and the shower just a while ago. But now, sitting here and holding him, he could forget the blood and the violence that urged its way out of him when ever it got the chance.

 

He more felt than heard Jiraiya's chuckle as the man realized that he was fixing his hair.

“Oro...”

“Yeah?”

“I appreciate your ability as a hairdresser, but sitting here so close to you, some other parts of my body are starting to ache way too much from-“

“So your legs are numbing already?” Orochimaru teased, tugging at his hair. “Exactly.” Jiraya laughed and got up, pulling Orochimaru up after him.

 

The naked man reached for Jiraiya's coat and pulled it off from him, then tugged at his shirt until Jiraiya lifted his arms so he could pull if over his head. Jiraiya reached for Orochimaru's arms and dragged him onto the couch in the living-room. It was the closest comfortable place he could see and it would do. He didn't want to wait any longer, no matter how much he liked to just cuddle, he needed to touch and be touched and feel naked skin against naked skin, now!

 

Orochimaru followed Jiraiya, reaching for his lips and kissing him passionately as the man walked backwards to the couch, avoiding the furniture without looking back. He knew this place like his own house and didn't have to worry about tripping down. As soon as they were on the reach of the couch, Orochimaru pushed Jiraiya backwards and kissed him furiously until they tumbled onto the sofa in one big tangle of long legs and arms.

 

Orochimaru straddled Jiraiya's thighs and nibbled at his lips until Jiraiya sucked his tongue into his mouth with hungry lust. “What… was the talk… about… a blow… job?” He smiled against Orochimaru's lips as his hands travelled along his back until they reached his buttocks and pulled him closer. Orochimaru could feel his arousal trough his pants and moaned. He was hard too and ground his hips violently against Jiraiya's.

 

“Where did you head that talk? You've been spying some innocent little girls again, pervert” He grinned, licking Jiraiya's neck with his long tongue, then bit his chin and nibbled his ear lobe, making the man lift his hips to meet his. Jiraiya growled and he lifted his face to meet the black, lustful eyes. His arousal throbbed as he stared at the mans gorgeous face; his panting, kiss swollen lips and those deep, black eyes that were so honest it made his heart ache.

 

“Tease”

“Perv”

“Do you want me to beg?” Jiraya moaned, throwing his head back. Orochimaru grinned wickedly. “Yes.” He squeezed a nipple and made Jiraiya groan. “Please, Oro darling… could you go down on me and suck me until I scream?”

“That didn't sound very sincere…”

“I am aching in front of your beauty, my Orochimaru. I want to see you kneeling in front of me and making that wonderful tongue of yours work to bring me pleasure I could never find anywhere else.”

Orochimaru smiled a smug smile “That was a bit better.”

 

He shuffled himself up, and parting Jiraiya's legs, sat down to the floor in front of him. He unlaced his pants and pulled them slightly down when Jiraiya lifted his hips.

 

Then the huge, throbbing cock was right in front of his face. He smiled and licked the drop of precum from the swollen head, making the organ jump under his touch. He slid his tongue along the shaft and finally wrapped it around the cock, starting to slowly pump up and down and licking the head with the tip of his tongue.

 

Jiraya tossed his head back and moaned, thrusting his hips up to meet the movement. Orochimaru took a firm hold of his hips and pressed him down, plunging his head down and taking the cock deep into his throat. Jiraiya almost squealed. Orochimaru smiled, his mouth full of the thick cock He purred deep in his throat and Jiraiya buried his hand into his black hair, pushing him down and then up again. He obeyed the hand and played with Jiraiya's balls as he sucked and licked and moved his mouth.

 

Then, when he felt Jiraiya tensing up, he lifted his face and let go of him. Jiraiya was flushed and panting hard when he looked down, Orochimaru stared back, grinning.

“Are you just going to leave me without anything and have all the fun to yourself?” Orochimaru stepped up and Jiraiya's eyes fixed onto his hard cock that was now in front of him.

“Oro… please don't tease me like this. You can top me but let me cum first, that felt incredible.”

“As flattered I am of the offer… no. I want you inside me tonight.”

 

Jiraiya growled and stood up hastily with shaky legs. Orochimaru had no more time to move when he was lifted up and pushed against the wall. He tangled his legs around the muscled body and buried his hands into the thick tangle of hair, purring into Jiraiya's mouth. “To the bed” He mumbled against the hot, needy lips and squeezed his waist with his legs. Jiraiya obeyed and carried him to the bedroom, tossing him to the bed and using the opportunity to finally rid himself of his pants.

 

Orochimaru wriggled trough the mess of pillows to the nightstand and pulled it open, reaching for the lube inside. Just when he got the tube into his fingers, his legs were pulled apart and he felt Jiraiya's weight on his back. The bigger man nibbled his neck as he slid his hand between his butt cheeks and circled the tight ring of muscles there. Orochimaru relaxed and buried his face into the mountain of pillows.

 

Jiraiya reached his hand forward and Orochimaru was ready to offer him the lube, when he passed the hand and reached for the sake bottle on the nightstand. Orochimaru's eyes widened when the larger ninja popped the cork open and poured a large amount of it between his buttocks. Orochimaru gasped and withered as Jiraiya thrusted his tongue inside him, spreading the liquid into his tight tunnel and then lapped his ass clean from the strong liquor.

 

He kept probing his tongue inside his ass until Orochimaru was begging for more, his toes and fingers curling into the sheets and his cock dripping with precum. Finally Jiraiya licked and kissed his way up the muscular, pale back and positioned himself behind him.

 

Usually Jiraiya demanded the lube because he could not bring himself to hurt the other man enough to make him bleed, even when Orochimaru wouldn't have had mind. This surprise with the sake made him very happy, the alcohol stinging his sensitive insides and making his skin sticky but not at all slippery.

 

Orochimaru liked it rough, the rougher, the better, so without a warning Jiraiya thrusted in with one long stroke. The sake did nothing to lessen the pain of the fast entering and Orochimaru was trembling with immense pleasure

 

They both gasped and Orochimaru lifted his hips, begging for more. Jiraiya reached for his hand and folded their fingers together, stilling for a short moment before starting to pound into him with force, making Orochimaru scream with pleasure and squeeze his fingers so much that it hurt. He knew he wouldn't take long to finish like this so he slowed down, reaching under Orochimaru and starting to pump his erection.

 

Orochimaru pleaded and mumbled words that could not be understood, until he started to repeat “fuck me harder, oh yes, just like that, more, harder, Yes, Yes, Yeeeees!” like a mantra.

Jiraiya felt his control slip away and thrusted in violently over and over, making Orochimaru's pleads turn into screams. He leaned himself closer to his body and came, calling out his name, pressing his face into the nape of Orochimaru's neck.

 

He didn't stop pumping Orochimaru's cock until within a few moments he felt the man under him tense, his inner muscles squeezing the last of his seeds out of him and then he came into Jiraiya's hand, screaming his name in return.

 

Orochimaru slumped onto the bed, breathing raggedly and still holding his hand in his. Jiraiya fished his other hand out from under Orochimaru and balanced himself over the exhausted man, careful not to press all his weight on him.

 

His cum flew slowly along Orochimaru's thighs, getting them both messy and Jiraiya just added the mess by sweeping the cum from his hand into Orochimaru's hair just to see him fume. But instead of fuming, Orochimaru chuckled and lifted his other hand to caress Jiraiya's cheek.

“Happy twentieth birthday for tomorrow darling. You can expect a re-run in the morning.”

Jiraiya's eyes widened. “You actually remembered? I doubt anyone else except for Tsunade will remember.”

 

“Why do you think I came back early?”

“I thought you got your mission done early.”

“Yes, I got my mission done early because I wanted to get here in time for this.”

Jiraiya's smile was threatening to reach his ears and he wriggled over Orochimaru, making him gasp. He was still buried inside the slender body and getting hard again.

 

“I love you!” He whispered into Orochimaru's ear, kissing his hair and squeezing him tightly.

“I love you too.” Orochimaru answered, his voice muffled with emotions `I love you… please remember that when the time comes… I will always love you.'