Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Though The Devil May Take Me ❯ Chapter 2

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

I hope every body enjoyed the first chapter. Of the entire story so far, it seems to have been the most serious chapter. In this chapter, I'm introducing the Humor part. Seriously, I can't read this and not laugh. Please R & R. Any criticisms are welcome as long as you're not flaming yaoi.

Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, Orochimaru or Gaara would be Hokage, and Naruto and Sasuke would be man-whores. Unfortunately I don't own it, so I have to settle for writing fanfics.

Chapter 2

Orochimaru awoke from a strange yet enticing dream where he had fallen in love with Gaara. What an interesting notion, he thought. I must’ve drank too much wine with my dinner. He arched his back languorously against the soft emerald satin of his covers and stretched up, and then spread his arms to the sides to stretch that way, when his out spread arm touched something that was not usually in his bed in the morning.
He sank back down into the sheets before rolling over to investigate exactly what it was that was so deeply asleep in his bed. It was...Gaara. But then...It was not a dream? He studied the naked backside of the young native of Hiding In Sand. How did he...And it all came rushing back to him in a crushing wave. The emotion, the need, the fulfillment, and finally, the true act of love-making.
He threw a bleached arm over his eyes in an attempt to push away what had happened by not looking at it. But he couldn’t resist peeping out from under it. He watched Gaara sigh and roll over in his sleep so that he was closer, and facing Orochimaru. The white morning light splashed the pillow and his face in arches of light and shadow. A soft smile spread over Gaara’s features as he tucked one pale arm up close to his breast. He’s so...sweet...here, so innocent. Gaara’s hair shifted in the slight breeze that came through the hall window.
Orochimaru partly lidded his eyes and examined Gaara through his lashes. He is mine. Yet it is not in the way I intended. His amusement expressed itself in a rich chuckle. Gaara, my sweetmeat, he purred to himself. You bring to life a part of me I never knew existed. And for that, you shall be well rewarded...
Gaara stirred and Orochimaru rolled over and pulled himself over the bedspread until he could snuggle up against him. He pictured how this might look to an observer and grinned. The two of them curled together made quite a pretty picture. It was actually rather touching. I am acting like some girl with a first lover, he chided himself gently.

Gaara awakened in the embrace from his dream. It was real, he thought with wonder. It is real. He laid still for several minutes, absorbing what this meant. Gaara opened his eyes slightly so that he could study the other’s face through his lashes. Orochimaru sleeping looked so very different from when he was awake. The crease between his eyes smoothed out and the set of his lips slightly parted as if about to voice some pleasantry. The corners of his mouth pulled up, making him look more at peace.
The finishing touch, he thought, was the way Orochimaru’s cloud of soft, ebony hair spilt over his cheekbones and washed off the side of his jaw like a majestic waterfall. Or maybe it was the fragility imbued by his gently shut eyes, framed by their long, delicate lashes.
In any matter, the soft morning light cast a radiant, pale yellow glow to his ivory features, granting them a new life. Gaara smiled. He doubted many before him had seen this side of Orochimaru. He doubted that anyone even knew it existed, maybe not even Orochimaru himself.
Gaara’s thoughts turned to other, more troubling things. Am I not an ally of Konoha Village, kidnapped by my enemy, this very man? I have not fallen to…the enemies…side, but it is a very close thing. He glanced over at Orochimaru’s sleeping form, smiling at his loose, cat-like pose. He is not my enemy. My enemy is what he does. Could I affect his actions? Could I…turn him into an asset? I don’t want to use him. I just want him to not…I don’t know…They only accepted me because I was such a powerful asset, but to ask them to take the enemy to their breast?
Gaara was so absorbed in thought that he didn’t notice Orochimaru’s shadow on him until it was almost too late.

Orochimaru awoke to see Gaara already sitting up with his brow furrowed thoughtfully. Whatever it was that he was thinking was causing him to frown. Orochimaru sat up and stretched. Well, whatever it was that Gaara was thinking about, could be thought about later. He hadn’t even said good morning yet. And so he prepared to do so. After all, Gaara was so deep in thought he wouldn’t notice Orochimaru behind him until it was already too late. His lips pursed in a mischievous grin. Not until it was much too late…

Gaara emitted an ungraceful squawk as Orochimaru lifted him into the air from behind and set him down in his lap, face up. Orochimaru’s grinning face loomed over his, an odd glint in his eye.
“What are you doing?” Gaara asked, peevishly. He definitely wasn’t used to being thrown about in the mornings, especially while still in bed.
“Getting ready to say good morning.” replied the other in a nonchalant voice as he settled himself more comfortably against the jade pillows. “After all, isn’t that what lovers do?”
Gaara had about two seconds to contemplate what Orochimaru meant, when the snaky bastard dove forward and buried his face in Gaara’s crotch. This, invariably, caused Gaara’s eyes to widen and focus on something that wasn’t nearly as troublesome as what he had been focusing on earlier.

Sometime later, after much riotous play, and after the ‘good mornings’ were said, Gaara and Orochimaru rested against the headboard and began to plan.
“So, what are we going to do about this, you ask? Well, we’re going to do…absolutely nothing!” Orochimaru teased playfully. “Well, actually, we’ll have to do something…”
Gaara threw an embroidered pillow at him before making his own stand on the matter. “I’m still a ‘hostage’,” he started. Orochimaru laughed at the shifty way in which he had said it. “Yes. I’m still a hostage, but you’re going to agree to lay off for awhile. Why? Because I told you to.” Orochimaru gave him a flat stare, but Gaara wasn’t giving him a chance to put a word in edgewise. “I’m still an ally of Konoha, whether you like it or not. Unless they figure this out, not likely, mind you, they still think I’m an unwilling captive.”
“True. I don’t like this though…” Orochimaru whined. “First I kidnap you, then I have to tell them I don’t want to fuck around with them anymore? That doesn’t make any sense!” he cried. He had been in such a good mood until now. He glared about the room for something to focus his frustration on, and when he found it, grabbed a knife off the bedside table and threw it at a hanging on the wall, where it hit and bounced back. It had been a rather nice portrayal of himself, but now there was a horizontal line where his mouth was. Slowly, the weight of the hanging caused the lower portion to sag, making his portrait give a stupid, lopsided grin. Not to mention, one from ear to ear. He glowered at it.
Gaara studied the rather comical looking picture. “If you wore that expression a little more often, maybe people would trust you more often.” he observed casually, only betrayed by his twitching lips. Orochimaru turned his glower on his companion. “And don’t give me that look. We’ll come up with something. Or maybe we could just tell the truth, spill the beans, and I’ll say that I can make you into a decent, caring person.”
“It’s better than anything we’ve come up with previously.” Orochimaru noted as he flipped his hair back. “And we could get it to work. The hardest part would be humanizing me after all these years.”
“You’re a beast. Completely uncivilized.” Gaara agreed. “But are you ready to not be evil anymore?” he asked archly, with one eye closed.
“I’ll still take a new body every once in a while, and I’m still set on Eternal Life. But we can try.” he responded.
“You didn’t answer my question. But, I’ll take that as a yes.” Gaara fingered one of his earlobes, which was a tad sore after Orochimaru had nipped it earlier. Orochimaru had noticed him rubbing his earlobe and had an idea.
“Would you like your ear pierced? It‘s already halfway done.” He raised one side of his lip to reveal one of his sharp canines. Gaara eyed the pearly, gleaming tooth.
“Only if you have something to put in it.” Gaara smiled slyly, his brows lowering and his lips pulling up in a grin. “And only if you make it fun.”
Orochimaru tossed his fine hair back and levered himself out of bed to rummage through a small jewelry box on his dresser. He came back carrying a pair of dangling earrings carved from pure onyx. They were much like his own, except that they were facing the other way and that the long side was more flat, rather than curved. Gaara examined them for a minute before nodding his head.
“I guess I’ll let you do it.” He grinned at Orochimaru and rolled over onto the main portion of the king size four-poster bed. “You’ll have to fight me though.”
Orochimaru laid the rings on the bedside table and pounced on Gaara, not really trying to hold him down. He let Gaara knock him around a bit before he pushed him into the soft covers. “You’re going to look funny for a few weeks until you let your hair grow out a little longer.” he noted as he studied the way the noonday light played on Gaara’s unkempt ruby hair.
“Grow my hair out? Since when was I doing that?” Gaara asked as he lightly punched Orochimaru in the arm.
“Since I did this?” Orochimaru leaned forward and kissed him rather heartily. He felt so…playful and alive when he was with Gaara. The way he was acting reminded him of a kitten. “Now, hold still so I don’t mess up your pretty ears.” He leaned forward and suckled on Gaara’s earlobe before gently taking it between his teeth and biting down. Gaara winced and cracked one of his tightly-shut eyes open. Of course, he winced again as Orochimaru followed suit with the second ear.
Orochimaru reached over for the little ear-dangles and put them in Gaara’s ears. Then, he sat back and studied the total effect. Gaara was completely nude, and resting stretched out, on one elbow. His skin was a pale cream and he was shaven. His body was smoothly muscled, though not overly so. His unruly red hair was somewhat short, but nicely accented his sea green eyes which were thickly rimmed in odd black markings. He didn’t have eyebrows, but he would have looked strange if he did. His mouth was set in what some would call a permanent scowl, although it was just his current, and most often used, expression. And then, from his ears dangled the small black ornaments. He was luscious. So very luscious.
“You’re very luscious, so very sexy, my heart’s only fire. You set my heart a-twitching and bring flaming my desire.” Orochimaru grinned at his bit of poetry. Then, “We’re going to have to get out of bed sometime.” He noted wryly as he crept closer to Gaara.

Gaara studied the clothing he had been wearing the night before. It was absolutely trashed, reduced to rags. The shirt was torn in several places, as were the pants. The only thing that had survived was his long, white loin cloth. Having nothing else to wear, he donned it and turned to look in the floor-length mirror.
“Absolutely charming.” observed Orochimaru from the side lines. “You look like a young barbarian warrior.”
“A barbarian?” asked Gaara with his brow raised.
“Yes. You’re wearing nothing but that long scrap of cloth and your earrings. Not to mention, you’re bruised and scratched up over your entire body and, your hair is an absolute mess. Although…” Orochimaru trailed off with a naughty grin.
“What?” Gaara asked, completely mystified.
“Only sexy barbarians have cum in their hair.” purred Orochimaru.
Gaara put his hands on his head and moved them around until he found the matted locks. There was definitely cum in his hair. Not only do I not have anything to wear, but I have cum in my hair. Great. He glowered at Orochimaru.
“What? I haven’t done anything.” Orochimaru responded, trying to act innocent, but failing miserably. He turned and walked to a door, flinging it open. “I think I can find you something to wear. And I can guess you want a shower. After all, you wouldn’t want to go out in public with that in your hair, now would you?”
Gaara frowned and took the clothes that Orochimaru handed him. They were a simple long shirt and pair of trousers that would be rather large on him. Better this than parading around naked, he thought as he followed Orochimaru into the shower room.
Orochimaru kissed him ‘goodbye’, promised to be back by evening, and stopped to watch as Gaara pulled off his loincloth and stepped into the shower, turning on the water. Orochimaru turned to leave, and that was when Gaara noticed something that made him grin. Orochimaru hadn’t showered yet, and he had to attend some sort of meeting or another. But Gaara wasn’t about to tell him that he had cum in his hair too.

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Tha t's the end of Chapter 2, and if I have time, I'll upload Chapter 3 sometime this week. Currently, I have to work on Chapter 6. Chapter 4and 5 are already typed and ready. Please don't flame me for my stupid puns.