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Orochimaru nods. “I suppose I could,” and he brushes his thumbs over Itachi’s cheeks. Then he gets off his lap. He takes the plate. He walks to the door, and gives it to one of the door guards. “Share it fairly. Make sure the plate gets back to the kitchen. Only let alarms levels 1 and 2 and higher disturb me. Thank you. Good night.”
When he has shut the door, he exhales a sigh of stress. Pretense of normalcy -even to his most trusted guards- takes energy. He bolts the door. He puts a fuuinjutsu seal over it too. Now they are trapped in the safest place in the country. Just them. Sleepover in his room, this time.
He looks at Itachi. He stands still. Then he goes to him, and sits down on his lap like before. He touches his shoulders like before, and his neck, and then Orochimaru hugs him. Holds him. He nuzzles into the cup under Itachi’s ear.
Orochimaru getting up to return the plate gives Itachi the time he needs to unbutton his flak jacket, given he’s going to be spending the night in this room. Everything is in order in his own, naturally. No harm will come with it being abandoned for a few nights.
When the contact comes, he reciprocates in kind. Keeps himself modest, hands going to his back and pushing in gently, presses his nose against the other’s cheek.
“I’ve worded myself oddly, before.” He begins, threading through long strands of black hair. “But I’ve no intention of leaving you, nor orchestrating an upheaval.” It’s better to explain at length.
You can trust me, are the words that really matter. If Itachi stops at his request is of minor importance and even if he does not stop at Orochimaru’s request – that is something Orochinaru could get over. He might even like how far Itachi takes it. But those are not life-or-death matters. The important words, trust me, are. Those promise to keep him alive and safe. The warnings in his head go down in volume. He must take a leap of faith.
He must decide if he trust this young man that chases Orochimaru’s left thumb to kiss it. The gesture is sweet and silly and makes Orochimaru smile despite everything else. He knows that he cannot be alone in his current state of mind because then he will not sleep all night. He will be his own worst enemy. He needs a person close.
There is a way to clear his head and ground him. It is a fix-for-all-issues cure. It will put everything in normal places. But did he really want to have sex with Itachi?
Or am I lead to want to have sex? Is this a set-up?
There his mind went off again. Before he allowed it to go too far, he refocused on Itachi. Leap of faith. He saw Itachi’s beautiful black eyes again, and the lines on the cheeks. His mouth was soft and almost the colour of the rest of his skin, but had a shimmer on the bottom lip.
“Thank you,” he whispered. “Please-? take care of me.” He closed his eyes, tilted his head. He leaned in. He crossed the distance between their mouths with enough nerves racing through his throat to power a chidori. Then their lips touched, and Orochimaru was kissing Uchiha Itachi.
It is just them, for this moment. The matters of the schedule are forgotten. Orochimaru’s meal is going cold. The papers he was to look over– ignored. His Master is about to cross the line, that much is clear, and Itachi continues to remain poised, and calm, and not once does he break eye contact.
Not until their lips meet. A nod will suffice as his answer for now, hand drawing up to carefully pull Orochimaru’s hair back. He angles his head, out of instinct for anything else, because his desire does not translate to experience nor skill. Still though, he is gentle.
Itachi comes to in a few moments. Remembers where they are, and what muse be done. Right now, he has the upper hand, and he should at least use it to settle affairs for the day.
“Will you call someone to fetch your plate.” It’s a request. The Nutritionist must simply deal with it.
Orochimaru doesn’t know what happens to him. He hasn’t been lifted up like this in years. As if he’s as light as a child! Tsunade or Jiraiya could do this with him. He is sort of puzzled by how suddenly he is at Itachi’s lap, knee on either side, and his white hands on Itachi’s shoulders for stability.
Itachi’s face is close, with those beautiful eyes.
Orochimaru can feel his face get warm, then get hotter, and then his face burns. It spreads to his ears and to his throat. He can’t swallow. His mouth is dry. He then runs his hands over Itachi’s neck. He cups Itachi’s jaw.
He looks at the lips. He glances back at the eyes, and then to the lips. His heart is pounding. Some parts of him scream ‘yes do it’ and others light sirens and alarm bells; ‘no no’.
But he tilts his head. He keeps Itachi still. They will kiss on Orochimaru’s wish, not on Itachi’s wish. Orochimaru desires it so much, but he is so scared. He brushes his thumbs over Itachi’s lips, both testing for poison, and testing the softness of them. He whispers, “You will only ssstop at my command, right?” and even softerr: “Can I trussst you?”
He honestly doesn’t know any more if he can trust him. He can’t even trust himself any more. These desires are wrecking havoc on him.
They have crossed the boundaries of equals. Far too much, actually. Orochimaru is on the same nervous, barely held together end that Itachi was some months ago.
That is why he won’t act further, despite wanting to. There would be minimal fight before his Master caves, but that would defeat the purpose.
“I will stop for you. You can trust me.” Answered back in a timely manner, and lightly planting his lips on one of the fingers. His hands are comfortable, even if they’d like to explore. Soon… soon. Patience is key.
That sounds like Itachi is close to becoming one of them. Orochimaru doesn’t know how to respond to this information. If Itachi swings over to their side to work against me… The feeling from before, the goosebumps, returns five times as heavy. The hairs at the back of his neck stand up. His eyes grow big. He glances at Itachi’s hand on his knee and that hand is suddenly not comforting at all. He surpresses a shudder from becoming too obvious, but his back is hollowed.
At first his words don’t come out. Then when he speaks, his voice is too high. It just makes an embarrassing wheeze – as if he’s broken. Orochimaru puts the back of his hand over his own mouth and he squeezes his eyes shut. Think.
He has been in this position before. Same stakes, different people. He cannot allow anyone else to have Itachi-kun. And Uchiha Itachi shouldn’t think of anyone but his Master. This ‘admiration’ between them is a powerful tie that Orochimaru can draw out. This makes Itachi into a player, instead of a treasure pawn to be desired. And last time he matched forces with Itachi who acted as a player in this game of life, his hand got cut off. Orochimaru needs to be very careful around him.
He sticks his precious hand under his thigh (hiding it, protecting it). He sits up. Since one lower leg is on Itachi’s lap, it now makes that they sit very close. It takes him off-guard that Itachi’s hand, the one on Orochimaru knee, is now near his face. Itachi is literally between his legs! That was funny before, but serious business now.
“You’re not allowed to stop admiring me.” He wished the words had come out with more certainty and less whisper. He looked at Itachi’s face, his beautiful eyes, and he knew. He had to keep Itachi, no matter the costs.
Wrong words, then. His mistake. He’s gone and scared him. Part of it is thrilling. Knowing exactly how much power and sway he has over his own Master. Someone more opportunistic would use it to take the position Orochimaru held for himself.
But he seeks to be responsible with this. To elevate himself somewhere very specific, and no higher.
Itachi reaches out. He grips Orochimaru’s hips firmly, and boldly pulls the man into his lap. “You speak as if I’d intended to stop.”
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Kakashi jerked as he heard a voice, recognizing it instantly. “Itachi? Of course, the one who hears me tells me to shut up.” His patience for anything was depleted and then some. “When I die from the poison working through me, can you tell the Hokage to shove it?”
What?! That wasn’t like me at all! Kakashi thought with a cringe at his own words. Maybe… maybe the poison had something to do with his high-running emotions. It must work quickly, considering it hadn’t been long since he got hit with it. For now Kakashi decided to keep his mouth shut, not trusting anything to come out of it.
He winced as Itachi’s pace jostled his wounds, barely holding back an insult. Damn, he has no filter because of the stupid, fucking poison.
How many people are holding back dissatisfaction with the Hokage, he wonders. Not that he would pass on the message, anyways. Itachi liked not being in trouble.
“That is, if you die.” He mentions. Itachi is not slow, even with Kakashi’s frame lugged over his shoulder. He stops a moment, purely to reach into his pack and pull out a common antidote to poisons. It may do nothing, or it may slow down what’s in his system, but either way he offers it.
“Take this and I’ll radio in a medic.” They could meet halfway. The cursing doesn’t truly bother him, at least. It was a sign the other was alive.
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Let’s Get Salty On Munday! (Tuesday Edition)
3) Why did you leave your last fandom?
[[ Inactivity all around, the media it was based on was extremely dead, the fandom was not that large to begin with in the first place, and infighting between players had caused severely strict groups who would only play with each other. (I did not want to play with a lot of them, either.) ]]
19) What’s the worst thing that has happened to you in the rping community (Within an ooc situation)?
[[ Within an OOC situation…. probably the time someone used their character as a means to project their own serious issues onto my character. Their character was severely depressed, suicidal, and extremely manipulative, and because this person could not separate themselves from the character, their teenage character never recovered (not even a little bit) which caused my adult character to emotionally burn out. Player refused to admit it was their fault, nor get the serious help they clearly needed. ]]
Orochimaru drops his head on the armrest. What Itachi describes is work, and he sighs. He’s quiet for a moment, and then says: “You give good council.”
That meant he had to stay put for a while in one place, and overhaul all rules and teams and reporting schedules and re-evaluate every single ninja by hand. That was based on information he didn’t know even was correct! If anyone was lying to him in the reports…
“I shouldn’t take decisions when I’m feeling like this,” he said, and his second foot is done with the massage too. Now he just lounges. It feels important that Itachi put an arm over his leg. He doesn’t hide his paranoia any more, sometimes it can be useful to ninjas who think they are safe. He sees through them! He sees though all of them. And surely Itachi will sweat and answer. So he asks:
“What’s your gain in this, dear? How does getting at me this way, help you advance? What did they promise you?”
Oh, Itachi is under suspicion as well? He supposes that makes sense. He’s been more bold, and less questioning. He pissed him off without thinking of the consequences.
To others, he thinks, this kind of suspicion would be infuriating. Instead, it brings him mild amusement. “It is often discussed under breath I am at an advantageous position regarding you. I don’t do anything to dispel the thought, as they would guard themselves more. I believe there will always be something that brings dissatisfaction to a select few, and that itself is not a threat. It is when the whispers go unanswered for too long and become actions.”
“Am I disallowed to admire, as you have done to me?” He adds, at the end, trailing his fingers from the beginning of the foot, to Orochimaru’s knee.
When Itachi is done massaging that foot so wonderfully, Orochimaru sticks his leggy up, lifts it over Itachi’s head, and puts it on the back of the couch. He lays almost horizontal now. And when he looks down, he can someday
honestlysay he has had Itachi between his legs.
“More like a spectacle. A daring event! Something to show everyone who’s after me that I’m not dead yet… fu fu fu.”
“You do like the attention.” He will say, lifting an arm so he can place a hand over Orochimaru’s leg. “But I do not think attracting so much will work in your favor. Those willing to hunt will seek you out with more conviction. Let them think you are not a threat.” They’d let their guard down.
“I believe the focus must come inward. Perhaps a few bases can be re purposed as dummies, and the more important work moved to more covert locations, known only to those with time and loyalty behind them.”
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