Log; Complete

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When; October 23, in the evening.
Rating; OMG so NC17 it's not even funny.
Characters; Orochimaru orochama and the Yondaime yellow_flash
Summary; Orochimaru nees a bath, badly, and too bad the Yondaime doesn't realize the snake man is cold blooded.
Log;
Orochimaru was scowling, trying to shift his position on the bed as best he could. After so long, his muscles were just beginning their protest, and he really wanted a shower. He hated to go one day without one, let alone this long. At least he hadn’t worn his usual clothing on the curse day. Instead he had opted for a button down shirt, purple because white didn’t look very good on him, and black slacks.

He hadn’t seen his captor much since their initial conversation; he was probably covering his tracks. Arashi had stopped in a few times, at fairly regular intervals to make sure he was still there. And he was; Orochimaru hadn’t been able to free himself, and his subordinates were still not here. This was beginning to get very annoying.

And covering his tracks, he had been. With any luck, some of the setups that he had created would distract the others and barring that, he could always attempt a genjutsu, however, that was dangerous in running the risk of being caught and thusly implicated. Meanwhile, he realized that his guest was starting to get a bit. . ripe. Funny, he never thought of snakes as incredibly high maintenance. So, deciding to be a good host, he had a few options: tossing Oro in the bathtub and spraying him down, retying him so he could shower himself somewhat. Or. . . the latter. The thing he had chosen.

Arashi entered the room with a shower caddy full of bath junk on one arm and set it down, returning later with the type of metal trough that one normally washed ones canine in. The water was cold. Oops.

Orochimaru watched Arashi enter the room, arms laden down with all sorts of things. As he was lying, it was difficult to crane his neck to see what exactly the blond man was carrying, and with the ropes used on him he couldn’t get the chakara needed to his neck to use the jutsu that would allow him to stretch it further than he could naturally, and that was pretty far by itself.

He saw the metal tub, and it donned on him what was going on. He couldn’t really believe Arashi, the Yondaime, was going to do such a thing. He wouldn’t believe it, it was hilarious, or would be if it weren’t him that was about to be subjected to this. “What do you think you’re doing?”

"You're a smart man, Orochimaru, I should think you could figure it out," The yondaime replied with a grin. "Hope you don't mind cold water." Then chuckled, then straightened after setting everything down, crossing his arms and determining how he was going to go about this. "Besides, you're getting a bit ripe. Your lackeys wouldn't need to sense you when they could smell you." And winked.

Then paused, brow furrowing, "Now. The only question is, how to go about this." That was the million dollar question, was the snake man naked under his clothes?

“I know what you plan on doing…” Orochimaru hissed, irritation lacing his voice. “Besides, I don’t smell that bad.” Really he didn’t; he didn’t sweat a lot, and his skin was naturally cooler and dryer than a normal humans. Still, he did like to be clean, but these circumstances were degrading. “There are better ways to go about this.”

"It was an attempt at humor to lighten the mood," Arashi replied, 'tsking' the other man. "And I thought of other ways, but the might either drown you or give you a leg up on escaping and we can't have that. Now, lets be adults about this, hm? And I do hope that isn't your favorite shirt." Without saying why he hoped that was not Oro's favorite shirt, Arashi withdrew a kunai from his coat and began slicing the purple fabric.

Orochimaru glared at the blond man, nearly growling. “You will replace that.” He referred to the shirt being cut from his torso, he did in fact favor it. “If you unbound my legs, I could at least stand in the shower, instead of this. I would even settle for you tying a short rope so my leg movement is limited and I cannot run.” He didn’t care that he was giving ideas for keeping him held captive to his enemy, because any option was better than this.

"What bothers you so much about this, hm? The lack of control or the fact that you will be utterly vulnerable. . " A snake with no skin. "I thought of the latter and that has too many risks." This room, after all, was sealed to dampen chakra detection. Fingers tentatively settled on the bare flesh of Oro's side for stability as Arashi finished cutting.

“How would you react in this situation? Tied down, and then washed like and invalid?” He was far more irritable than usual, and it was showing. Unconsciously, he pulled away from the hand set on his side, causing the kunai to leave a dark red line, blood trickling down white skin after a moment. “This is ridiculous.”

"What part of you tied up on my bed is not ridiculous. . and would you even want your subordinates to find you like this at this point?" He asked, shaking his head, "Don't move," scolding tone as he drew a finger over the wound and wiped away the blood with the remains of the shirt. Then moved onto Oro's pants, "You wouldn't want me to cut something useful."

Orochimaru didn’t say anything, but did quit moving, holding perfectly still as his pants were stripped away in the same manner his shirt had been. Arashi was right however, this would not be the time for his subordinates to find him, because if they did, none of them would live to talk about it, no matter how many times he had to kill them.

"I thought as much," He murmured, knowing what Orochimaru was likely thinking, then, picked him up in a sort of awkward hold, one hand on the slender shoulders and the other behind his knees, almost feminizing his position. Then plopped him rather ungracefully and yet painlessly in the water and grinned, "Sorry, it's cold."

He refused, absolutely refused to give Arashi the satisfaction of seeing him sputtering in shock. Cold was an understatement. Did the man put ice in the water earlier? For this, Orochimaru decided, the great Yondaime was going to receive the honor of becoming one of his research subjects during his stay in the City.

Long strands of black hair clung to his pale face as he glared up at the blond man, if he didn’t have that stupid mask on, he would have strangled Arashi by now. “Get this over with.”

"So hostile, I am not doing any of this to humiliate you, you know," Arashi replied, soaking the sponge in water and wringing it out over Oro's head. Then half smiled, "You look almost harmless like this. I know differently, however, don't think I will let my gaurd down." Then soaped up the sponge with one hand and brushed the long black hair away from Oro's back before starting to wash him.

Trying to humiliate him or not, Arashi was doing a brilliant job of it. Stripping him naked, and throwing him unceremoniously into a tub of water… no, nothing humiliating about that at all. What made it worse, what he would never admit to out loud, was that the motions of the sponge on his back felt good, relaxing almost.

It was stupid to think that Arashi was doing this, holding him captive, because he thought there was some good in him. There was no way the man could be that dense, but he was being very kind, and well mannered over all. That had Orochimaru questioning his original assessment of the blond. “Why are you doing this?”

Arashi paused as he reached Orochimaru's mid back, free hand on his pale shoulder to steady him, "I told you. I believe there is good in you, no matter what you have done or are capable of doing. Perhaps you were just never shown the potential you had for good, or perhaps there is some other reason, but I know it is there."

Then continued moving the sponge in slow circles over the pale flesh, dipping below the water, but stopping before reaching tailbone. "And since I cannot show you kindness while you are busy tormenting people, I have to take you out of the environment you were in and put you in a new one."

Orochimaru opened his eyes when the movement of the sponge ceased, he hadn’t even realized he had closed them in the first place. “I was raised in the same Village you were, by the same families that still live there now. Yet I am the way I am, what makes you think you’ll be able to change that?”

"I don't know. But I have to try, for your sake as much as Konoha's," Arashi replied, then started to sponge his shoulders, moving down one of Orochimaru's upper arms, fingers moving through that soft black hair to lift it over to the other pale shoulder.

“You’re wasting your time.” He muttered, eyes closing again, but this time he told himself it was because he’d rather not watch this whole thing. “Jiraiya tried for year, tried to make me realize my “mistakes” and feel some remorse for the things that I’ve done, but in the end he gave up. He failed, and we grew up together.” It was hard keeping the condescending tone from his voice, but Orochimaru managed, if barely. He felt like he was explaining why it snowed in the winter to a child.

"Let me guess, his methods involved taking you to hotsprings and having you read rough drafts of his latest novels?" Arashi replied, attempting to lighten the mood with humor. "Sometimes a person outside the situation can be more convincing," Arashi added. "I suppose I just don't understand your selfishness in all of this, where does it come from? I should think you would have been supported and revered in the village for being one of the sannin."

“That’s one thing you’ll never understand.” He wasn’t sure which he was referring to, the way the village treated him, or the situation with his former teammate. It didn’t matter, neither were any concern to the blond. Orochimaru had his reasons for leaving, for wanting what he did, and he also knew he didn’t need to explain them or for anyone to understand them. He knew his place in existence, and those who followed him knew theirs, and that was what was important. “But I’ll have you know, I never read one of those filthy novels. He didn’t even start writing them until after I left.”

"Might be good I don't understand it," Arashi replied. That might put him in the same mindset of Orochimaru. "However, I am willing to listen to whatever you have to say as long as you are willing to listen to what I reply." The drew the sponge to Orochimaru's other shoulder, once more sweeping the hair there away with his free hand. "You could have done so much for Konoha. ." This was said almost to himself, voice a low murmur, breath warm against the man's cold-water doused neck.

Orochimaru couldn’t help the shiver that ran down his spine at the breath on his neck, the mixture of cold and heat sending odd sensations through his cold, reptilian blood. “Konoha decided it didn’t need me.” He replied to the last bit. He really had nothing to say to Arashi that he hadn’t already said before, and he most certainly wasn’t interested in listening, but as the situation was, he didn’t have a choice on the later. “Talk all you want though, it’s no argument I haven’t heard before.”

"And how did it decide you were not needed?" The yondaime asked, leaning over Orochimaru so that his breath continued along the other man's neck, then ear. Arashi's arm slid around Orochimaru's body, around his bound arms to was his chest while Arashi continued to face his back.

Orochimaru shivered again, eyes coming open as the arm encircled him. This was… not unpleasant, but unexpected. Then again he had never been bound and washed before, so the entire situation didn’t make any sense to him. Seeing as he was lacking in experience as far as sponge baths went, he ignored it and continued on as before. “Every village wants powerful ninja, but there is a point where them become too powerful, then the village tries to restrict their growth. Their caged like animals, given gennin teams, etcetera. I had reached that point when I was still in my teenage years, but I wasn’t done growing.” The bitterness in his voice at the memory of his potential being squandered was evident in his voice.

"That is a shame if you were progressing without harming others, but by taking on a gennin team, the more powerful jounin are able to help guide the growth of our youth. After all, what is power without something to protect," Arashi asked. He swallowed slightly, having to catch himself, his ease of thought around Orochimaru. The other man was simply so . . delicate looking, slender in a beautiful sort of way, that it was disarming.

“How can you protect without power?” Orochimaru scoffed, again forgetting how much he was saying, when he shouldn’t be. Perhaps it was because he saw the other man as no threat, but he was rather relaxed in Arashi’s company. His muscles had released much of their earlier tension, and his anger had faded at least a little. “They tried to force a team on me; managed to in fact. That’s how I became Anko’s instructor, but she did nothing but hold me back in the end, just as I knew she would.”

Arashi noticed that Orochimaru was by far more relaxed than on the first day, likely due in part to thinking the yondaime was no threat as well as realizing Oro would not be mistreated in so far as anything cruel or unusual. Arashi continued his slow circling motion with the sponge over Orochimaru's collar and chest, then down a little over the pale, slender abdomen, "How did they hold you back?"

“Slow to learn, and had to be guided through everything. I was so busy babysitting that I didn’t have time to focus on my own training, and missions. Missions that didn’t involve painting fences.” He had been an ANBU captain before he had been forced into retirement… no forced to “guide the future of the village” was how it was worded. It was all garbage, and he had known it from the second the words had been spoken. He had accepted his fate at first, but knowing he could be more, be the best drove him to do what he did, and he didn’t regret it.

“The most powerful ninja in the village is supposed to become the next Hokage, but that isn’t true. It’s the current Hokage’s favorite that’s chosen, even if there is someone stronger and better suited to the job.” Sarutobi, his own teacher had overlooked his students, the ones he claimed to love and cherish, for Arashi. The very man who held him captive at this moment. Orochimaru was still a member of the village at that time too, and could then as well as now kill the blond. There was no point in that though, Arashi had ended his own life, and in the end Orochimaru had been glad it was not his duty to die at the hands of the Kyuubi. He no longer envied the man his “success” but pitied him in a way, but that didn’t erase the bitterness he felt.

"The three of you were and still are leaps and bounds more powerful than I, that's no secret," Arashi replied. "I always imagined Sarutobi made his choice to pass over the three of you to leave you as jounin for the villages defense. After all, the Hokage is not on the first line of conflict and the day to day work is mundane. However, I suppose that did hurt, on your part, seemingly overlooked for recognition that you deserved," Arashi replied, sponge lingering on Orochimaru's stomach, warm hand still on his cool shoulder.

“Mundane or not, I knew the details of the job.” Orochimaru had known and wanted the job anyway. Had wanted it for years, but in the end had left the village that had been to blind to see what they had given up. He had more important things to do than be a public servant, more ambition than that. “Not getting it, though, was probably the next best thing. It opened my eyes, and I chose to take the path that would lead me towards my goals. A path that could be walked without interference, or someone constantly looking over my shoulder.”

Orochimaru’s brow furrowed slightly as Arashi stopped moving, once again missing the lack of sensation he wasn’t used to, a gesture he wasn’t aware of. He had been sitting there, accepting his fate, but distracting himself from it by keeping his eyes closed and talking. He was giving information he shouldn’t be, digging up grievances he thought long dead, and speaking of them for the first time. What did it matter though, Arashi was dead, and trapped within the City. Any information spoken here would never make it back to their world.

"I have to say, I certainly wouldn't have begrudged you the position, perhaps you could have survived kyuubi," Arashi replied. And then, of course, he would be quite alive and Naruto would not have grown up alone. But at least he knew, that was why Orochimaru sought revenge, that was why he started down the path he had. "And. . in hindisight his choice was wrong," Arashi replied, "Is that why you want to destroy Konoha in revenge?" Realizing he had stopped and was very nearly embracing Oro from behind, Arashi started in on Orochimaru's sides.

“Hn, someone from the village agrees with me.” Orochimaru laughed, and relaxed again as the ministrations continued. This kid wasn’t so bad really, except he was another Konoha brat, constantly preaching the virtues of the leaf. “That doesn’t matter now. They are trying to stop me, and I won’t allow it. I will destroy anyone who gets in my way, and that’s the whole of it.”

"You want to destroy them anyway," Arashi pointed out. "You attacked first, remember?" His voice lower, mouth closer to Orochimaru's ear. Arashi realized his position, could very much feel the chakra of the other man as well as smell him. He swallowed slightly, lips parting to breathe, sponging Oro in such a way as to bring his own chest in contact with the other man's damp back.

“That’s beside the point.” Orochimaru dismissed Arashi’s argument. He wasn’t going to say anything, but he was rather grateful for the close contact between him and his captor. With his cold blood, his body would have lost too much heat by now and he could have lost consciousness. But with Arashi pressed against him, the warmth was transferring into his body and keeping him awake; it was… comforting… in a sense. Though he didn’t like depending on others for anything.

He frowned slightly, Orochimaru's flesh was feeling colder than it had before. Snake. Cold water. He hissed an exhale, "I hadn't realized . . about the water. I am sorry, I will make this quick and then we can warm you up, hm?" Arashi murmured, lips brushing across Orochimaru's ear before the yondaime pulled away utterly in order to cast aside the sponge and pick up a bottle of shampoo, globbing a palm full into his hand and starting to massage it through Oro's hair, fingers kneading his scalp.

Orochimaru missed the loss of warmth, his body going cold quickly. The cold water was sapping his strength, causing his body to shut down for preservation purposes. He didn’t say anything, concentrating on staying conscious, because it would be a matter of minutes if he didn’t get warm. He had already started shivering, and the fingers messaging his scalp weren’t helping him stay awake.

Arashi noted the drop in conversation and concentration and leaned once more into Orochimaru, pressing his chest to the other man's back, "Stay awake," He murmured, "This will be over soon." He felt foolish for not having realized the cold would affect him as such, though his fingers continued to work through the lathered hair. "Just have to rinse this out in a minute."

Orochimaru nodded, trying to control his shivering. For all the advantages he had being part snake, there were many disadvantages, and no matter how many bodies he switched into, they all changed to become similar to his original. But that also brought the bloodline limits with him when he changed bodies.

Arashi finished kneading the shampoo into Orochimaru's scalp and pulled his hands away, shifting to Oro's side and pressing the snake man against him while dipping him down, "This won't be fun. But it shouldn't last long," then proceeded to submerge Oro's hair in the water, attempting to keep as much flesh out of the water as he could.

Orochimaru cringed as the water, it felt like ice to him, sent an odd sensation across his scalp and down his spine. It was too cold. It was like he had taken the sedative again, his vision losing focus and his head feeling light but stuffed with cotton. “Fool… ish to not … realize.” He couldn’t have expected Arashi to though, not many were part animal and those who were were often shunned.

"I get it, I get it. ." Arashi replied and lifted Oro out of the water, wrapping him, even tied up, in a terrycloth robe, then set him on the bed. Stripping off his own wet jacket and shirt, he cast them aside and crawled into bed with Oro, pulling him against his own body, arm across Oro's side, hand splayed on his abdomen, "Hey, come on, stay with me. . wake up. ." He murmured against Orochimaru's ear.

Orochimaru shivered violently, and his body moved of its own accord, nestling closer to the offered warmth. He was tired, very tired, and cold. “N…not that easy… too cold.” The way his muscles were tensing and how he was tied, it was nearly painful, and making the situation worse. He wouldn’t admit how painful it was, but he couldn’t hide the effects of the bath.

"I'm sorry, I should have realized," he murmured against Oro's ear and smoothed hands over his flesh. With a sigh, he started to undo Oro's robe, "Don't get the wrong idea. ." And curled up against the snake man's nude form, kneading fingers against his arms to help stimulate the muscles.

Orochimaru could hardly hear anything that was being said to him, the breathy whisper in his ear a fleeting promise, his body was starting to go into hibernation. Still he could feel the warmth wrapping around him, calling to his conscious to not give in just yet, that he didn’t have to go to sleep. His protesting muscles relaxed as they were tended to, warmth working its way slowly back into them. He blinked, the effort causing it to take a few seconds before they opened each time, focusing on the only other person in the room, and right now his only anchor.

"That's right, stay with me. . just think, if you go to sleep, I will tell all of your subordinates that I defeated you with a sponge bath," He murmured, lips brushing along Orochimaru's neck, breath a warm nuzzle there. The yondaime ran fingers over the snake man's upper arms, across his chest and abdomen, trying to keep the muscles from cramping as well as to warm him.

“Not… going to… happen.” He managed to get out, each word coming with a considerable amount of effort. The warmth of Arashi’s breath heating the skin of his neck, and the wandering hands causing goose bumps to creep across his flesh and got his blood flowing again. He was still shivering, though it was getting less severe.

"I don't know, you still sound shaky," Arashi replied, the sudden urge striking him to nip at Oro's ear, if only for the anger it would arouse in the other man to get him to not be so out of it.

Orochimaru did his best to glare, “I’d find a way to rip out your tongue first.” He definitely sounded more steady this time around, the warm blood finally working it’s way back to his brain, waking him up. He moved his mouth closer to Arashi’s ear. “Even tied up like this, I’d find a way.” The mask on his face ruined the full effect of the gesture, but he was sure his point would get across.

"You haven't yet. . all you have managed to do is nearly die. Though I do admit my fault, I should have realized you were cold blooded," Then laughed softly to that. "Are you feeling better?"

“I didn’t almost die,” Orochimaru hissed, “my body was going into hibernation. I’m sure you know the difference.” Orochimaru shifted as best he could, brining his body closer to the Yondaime’s, though whether it was on purpose or not was up for debate. “A little better, but I’m not warm enough yet.”

"Then I don't feel so bad," He replied, resting his chin on Oro's shoulder as he peered down at the bound man's face. "You will be. Hold on." Then released Orochimaru for a moment to move to the foot of the bed and grab one of the blankets. He once more held Oro against him and pulled the blanket overtop. "What would your lackeys say if they knew you were snuggling under covers with the fourth. . " And grinned.

“They would wonder how I did it.” Orochimaru managed a smirk. “They would be astounded by my powers of persuasion; that even though you have me captive I still got you into bed with me.” The innuendo couldn’t be any more blatant if he tried, only proving that he was waking up more with each passing second.

“Though I’m sure they’d be confused at my position.” Yes, innuendo was something he was well practiced in seeing as he used it all the time, but he had not considered the possibility of being naked, tied up, and “snuggling” with a half naked Yondaime.

"Isn't that the opposite? I got you into bed with me?" Arashi replied. "Hm. That isn't bad. Perhaps I should allow your lackeys to "find" us in this position. They would stop searching for you at least."

Orochimaru turned his face further towards the pillows, black hair falling forward to obscure it. Though, he couldn’t stop the shaking of his body, revealing that he was laughing. “Oh yes they’d stop looking for and start looking at.” It was an amusing thought, but only as a thought, because if they did find him like this… things wouldn’t end well for them. Things were looking bad for them as it was, having not shown up much sooner than this.

"So you do have a sense of humor that doesn't involve dismemberment alone," Arashi said off hand, brushing Oro's hair off to one side so the yondaime could keep an eye on his face. "They wouldn't win anyway."

“You think so?” Orochimaru smirked, golden eyes turning to examine the tanned face so close to his own. “Though, at that point I think they’d be too shocked to fight back properly.”

"I think if the gennins can defeat your subordinates I would not have that much more of a problem," And chuckled against Oro's ear.

Orochimaru couldn’t really argue that point, even though the younger generations were growing stronger. He didn’t want to admit the village he had abandoned was growing each year. “All they would have to do is keep you distracted long enough to cut me free, they really don’t need to be stronger than you.” This didn’t feel like an argument, even if it was mostly jokingly so; no, there was a current running much deeper than that.

"Assuming they could get to you. Letting you go back with them would be working against the goals I have for you," Arashi replied. "Though I have to wonder whether you are being so . . pleasant now due to sheer exhaustion or an effort to lower my guard."

“Pleasant? I’d be anything but if I weren’t tied up like this.” Orochimaru had the urge to bite at the flesh of the tan shoulder less than an inch from his face, just run his teeth over the skin not even hard enough to draw blood, but he could not. He cursed the mask over his face, and the fact that he knew he still wasn’t thinking clearly.

"At least you are honest, and I know to keep you tied up for a long while more," He chuckled. The yondaime had settled one hand on Oro's hip and ran it up his side, then down, over Oro's pale abdomen. "Feeling warmer?"

“Why lie when honesty is so much more fun?” Orochimaru asked, then as if to contradict the answer he was about to give to the question posed, a shifter ran through him, though it had nothing to do with cold. “I’m a bit warmer.”

One of his hands twitched in it’s binding, his mind traced the movement it wanted to make towards the blond, though somehow he felt it wouldn’t have been a violent gesture. Not violent at all, in fact, just the opposite. “Being cold blooded means I need to be kept fairly warm all the time; often I manage that with… more clothing, or a bit of physical activity.”

He did laugh then, "You know, in this position, talk of physical activity, might be taken the wrong way." Then smirked and wound a strand of Oro's hair around his finger, "Though you are a bit feminine in stature." And grinned at that, hoping to provoke the other man.

Orochimaru chuckled at both statements. “Taken the wrong way indeed.” As for the being feminine part, he had taken over several female bodies since he had first started using his body switching technique, and the same remark had been thrown at him in his younger years before then as well. “I may look feminine in face, but you should have seen that I most certainly am not.”

Arashi blinked at that, "Well I wasn't looking. I said feminine in stature not in. . parts. Obviously you have no breasts." But was suddenly incredibly aware that Oro's nude body was smushed up against his own, and his own hand, rather willingly was stroking over Oro's pale abdomen.

Orochimaru caught the look on Arashi’s face, and laughed. “Just noticed the position you’ve put yourself in?” It was too amusing, and here he had almost though that the man was well aware of what he had been implying. He should have known better… too bad. “Now what are you going to do?” His arrogant smirk was not at all hindered by the mask, not even his slightly frozen state could take away from this situation.

"No protests on your part? At least I cannot be accused of molesting you against your will," Arashi replied, eyelids dropping, hand splaying out on Oro's hip, "And you do not see me moving. It is my responsibility to warm you up . . and not an unpleasant task at that."

“Protests? Only to the ice-water bath; otherwise, you are hardly molesting me. No, you’re just lying there. You’re right, however, it is your responsibility.” Orochimaru pointed out with a casual sounding tone of voice, though his grin betrayed him.

"I know that, I would not have said it if it weren't," Arashi frowned, leaning up on his elbow to look at Oro's face. The snake man was grinning, however and the yondaime gave him a reprimanding huff, "You are taunting me."

Orochimaru changed his expression to mock seriousness. “You expected differently? Maybe you forgot who you were dealing with.” His golden eyes followed the movements of the Yondaime carefully, it was difficult enough to move, so that really was all he could do… for now.

"I never forget who I am dealing with," Arashi replied. "That is why you are still bound and masked despite your weakened state from the cold." Fingertips drew lightly across Oro's hip bone.

That deliberate movement of Arashi’s fingers, and that he knew it was deliberate, sent a tingling sensation through him that rested at about the base of his spine. “Almost as bad as drugging me again, but at least what you did wasn’t intentional this time…” Orochimaru paused.” …On the other hand, I wouldn’t put it past you to drug me twice.” It really was much to bad he didn’t have freedom of movement, he could think of so many things to do in this situation.

"It was not as bad as drugging you, I did that for your own good," Arashi replied, "This was an utter accident. However, I rather like the complacency which it has fostered in you. Perhaps I should douse you in cold water more often during your. . stay." And slid his hand very low on Oro's pale abdomen, fingers splaying out.

The muscles in Orochimaru’s abdomen contracted and relaxed under those long fingers, and he found himself growing warmer a little faster. “Slightly… tired… and complacent are a little different.” He pointed out, not wanting to call himself weakened, though he would need a little time to fully recover from this.” And, not as bad? Personally, I do not like hibernating, nor do I like being forced into it. Though, since you are doing your best to remedy the situation, I think I can over look it this once.” If this was going in the direction he had little doubt it was, he’d forgive it again too.

The contraction of muscles was not lost on him, so Orochimaru enjoyed that? "It was my fault, of course I would remedy it. How can I convert you back to to the side of Konoha if you are hibernating?" And chuckled, pressing his cheek to Oro's shoulder as his fingers stroked where they pressed into his abdomen.

The muscles in his abdomen constricted once more, and the tingling sensation turned into more of a warmth that was growing even beyond that with each movement of those fingers. His own hands twitched, wanting to be free, wanting to put his own fingers to good use. But that, and even the use of his own mouth were denied to him. “Convert me… so you are still on about that… well, show me something Konoha can offer me, something I want, that I have no other means of attaining. That’s always a good start. Beyond that, I would have to say brainwashing is you’re only option.” He said the last bit jokingly, a hint of a laugh in his voice.

"I would never attempt brainwashing you, that would be impeding on your own will," Arashi replied, voice a bit lower than before. "Are you feeling any better? Warmer?" He breathed, there was a bit of a thrill having Orochimaru himself tied up and in his power for the time being. As well as something more to it, Oro was attractive in his own serpentine way and even, a touch charming in a way that a snake is.

“Drugging, but no brainwashing? Isn’t t impeding on my will by keeping me here against it?” Not that he was complaining at this particular moment in time. Orochimaru could have even chosen to stay if untied at this particular moment, at least for a while.

“Yes, much warmer.” Hot even, and that could be attributed to the human half of him, one of the few things he liked about that half. “But I think you could do a better job with a little more effort.” It was a challenge, daring Arashi to take this a step further. He had complimented the man shortly after he was captured about him having a back bone or something of the like, now it was time to put that to the test.

He knew what Orochimaru was implying, but feigned innocence, fingers stroking only a breath lower on Oro's abdomen. "A little more effort.. where?" he asked, half leaning over the other man.

If it was going to be a game, then Orochimaru could play along. “Hm, I’m sure you’re creative enough to think of something.” Normally in this sort of situation the roles would be reversed, and he would be the one dragging things out, just to hear the other beg. He was familiar enough with how this went that he could keep himself from that. “You were hailed as a genius, so I don’t doubt you’ll figure something out if such a thing is true.”

"Ah, but I am quite unfamiliar with what will warm you, in particular, up. Your physiology is different," He replied reasonably and dug nails in lightly on Orochimaru's lower abdomen, then across and down, digging a touch harder into the indention next to his hip bone.

Orochimaru’s breath caught momentarily, the almost pain something he enjoyed far more than simple petting. He would not deny being a masochist, he was as much as he was a sadist. “It’s similar enough to any normal humans, but I need a little… help generating body heat.” His hands twitched in their bindings again, and he muttered, half to himself, “to bad I can’t demonstrate one method.”

"Sorry, I didn't catch that last bit. ." Arashi murmured, taking a nip of Oro's neck as his fingernails drew half moons of blood suddenly, digging into that pale flesh. Concern spread over the yondaime's face, mouth turning down slightly as he caught Oro's eyes. "I seem to have drawn blood. ." He continued to watch Oro's expression, waiting to see if the other man flinched or wished to stop. Pulling away, he shifted Orochimaru's body to lay on his back, then shifted his own position, getting to his knees and bending down to trail the tip of his tongue over the slowly bleeding scratches.

Orochimaru’s eyes squeezed shut at the sudden pain, he reveled in it. He could take much more, wanted much more, but even the slightest bit was welcome. “It’s fine.” His voice came out more breathy than he would have liked. He couldn’t suppress the shudder that ran through him, the scratches stinging ever so slightly as the blood was cleaned from his white skin.

Pressing his cheek to the hollow of Orochimaru's hip, blood from the scratches smearing his cheek, Arashi asked, "You're shivering. . are you cold?" And replaced his hand on Oro's other hip, close enough on either side to reach out with fingers or tongue to lick or touch the snake's manly bits.

“Not cold.” He said, forcing his voice back to complete steadiness. “Not anymore…” Oh, but he could be so much warmer, with just a little bit more.

The blood on Arashi’s cheek was… exciting, in a most obvious sort of way. If he could have moved, he didn’t even know what he would do. There were so many things his body was demanding of him, so many things and no way to do any of them… it was like he was a spectator in this entire thing. Though one with the best seat in the house.

"I see. . " Arashi replied. He would have to untie Oro through some of this, but for now, he had Oro's conscent. Drawing fingertips over the snake man's pelvis, he, very lightly, encircled the length of Orochimaru's shaft, stroking from the base upwards. Well, he did want to show the other man kindness, and the sannin was rather attractive in his serpentine way.

Orochimaru bit the inside of his cheek, only the change in his breathing pattern and the sudden constriction of the muscles in his abdomen giving any sign of reaction. With such gentleness it was almost as if he were being teased, though he doubted that’s what the purpose was. Arashi had always been kind, and soft in his ways even if loud, but he preferred force. He also preferred to be the one in charge, but neither seemed to be the case here.

That was his plan, of course, the gentleness. Arashi, however, could not help but feel the smallest bit of smugness when Oro reacted, however small his reactions might have been. His fingers squeezed a bit harder, forming a tight grip around the pale shaft as he gave another stroke, not yet setting a rhythm, but just watching the reactions.

His body unconsciously struggled against his bonds, his back trying to arch but being unable. He let out the slightest of moans, barely audible. He could taste the coppery blood from where he had bitten his cheek too hard, the sensation of pain adding to the others already effecting him. “Are you just going to play around?” Orochimaru barely managed to ask, speaking normally quite difficult suddenly.

Arashi looked up at him, "I wanted to ensure you were comfortable with this. After all, I would not wish to molest my captive against his will. Though I am open to suggestions as well."

“Things would not have gone at all this way were I object to the idea.” Even as he was, there was confidence in his tone of voice, confidence at his ability to manipulate others and control the situation around him not matter what it may be. “As for suggestions: don’t hesitate.”

Arashi laughed at the last bit, "You could say please, you know." Then started an actual pace of stroking with on hand, finding both sensation and sight odd. Especially with his current companion. If things were to escalate, the yondaime knew he would have to untie Oro and that would retard the plans.

“I don’t know, I don’t think I’ve ever used the word before.” But he had heard it countless times, in as many different situations and circumstances. Besides, it sounded too much like begging for his ears, and he wasn’t to that point.

"Never felt the need to be polite, did you?" He asked with a chuckle and continued stroking, affixing his mouth to Orochimaru's abdomen, licking up to his belly button and circling it with the tip of his tongue.

Another moan escaped his lips before he could suppress it. “That’s a silly question; what need have I of politeness?” Orochimaru’s breath hitched in his throat, giving a funny tilt to the question half way through as Arashi’s mouth attached itself to him.

He did not reply immediately, instead, instead worked his way down, nipping Oro's lower belly with blunt teeth, tracing some random patterns with the tip of his tongue on that pale flesh before allowing his hand to stop it's stroking. Removing his mouth from flesh, he overed slightly parted lips right above the head of Orochimaru's shaft, warm breath a caress as he said, "You have use of it now."

Orochimaru bit his tongue, mostly because seeing Arashi like that, lips parted and blue eyes locked to his own, had the word ready to leap from his lips. He swallowed, opened his mouth to speak, and closed it again. Damn the man, he had too good of an advantage over him.

“Please…” The word was quietly whispered, he wasn’t even sure if he had said it, and hoped that he could convince himself he hadn’t.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" He asked, offering a smile, then focused his attention down, tongue sliding out from parted lips, taking a quick lick over the head to get a taste. Licking it over in his mouth, he decided to proceed, heart racing ever so slightly, and began to take in the cool, rigid flesh into his warm, wet mouth.

“Hn.” He responded to the question, trying to put the incident out of mind already. Then
Orochimaru couldn’t breath, couldn’t see, couldn’t think. His world went bright white with the intensity of it all. If he made any sounds, he was unaware of them, and doubted he would have cared otherwise. He felt like he had a fire built at the base of his spine, more than enough to warm him several times over.

The ropes dug into his wrists and ankles as he couldn’t control his limbs from pulling against them, trying to fall into a more natural position for this sort of situation. His hands were balled into fists, gripping the bed sheets underneath him, but wanting to be buried in blond hair instead.

He could feel the tension in the other man's body, but could not tell him to relax as Arashi's mouth was rather full at the moment. Taking his own unspoken advice, he relaxed, trying to take as much in as he could. He took in Oro until the head of that cool shaft bumped the back of his throat, then ran his tongue up on the underside of Oro's shaft. Finally, he released him nearly all the way, sucking lightly on the way up, then starting the downward motion again. His palms were flat against Oro's hips, holding him very still.

He firmly reminded himself that he did not whimper, as Arashi continued at an agonizingly slow pace. He wanted to say something, anything, to make the man move faster, but didn’t know what, and it was difficult enough keeping his lungs working properly at the moment anyway, He did manage to keep his eyes open though; golden orbs firmly locked on the blond head moving in what seemed slow motion.

He continued to feel that sense of smugness at Orochimaru's responsiveness. The snake seemed rather open to pain and pleasure alike. Growing used to the motions, Arashi picked up the pace, attempting to take Oro deeper, actually into his throat, exercising a bit of muscle control to relax and keep from gagging as, by excruciating inches, he finally sheathed Oro fully in his throat, lips stretched over the base of his shaft, then started back up, applying the barest scrape of teeth.

This was… torture. Or it felt like it. There were so many things he wanted to do, and say. Yet he could only make strangled noises. He moaned loudly, head thrown back as if trying to pull away, as his erection was fully encased in the tantalizing warmth of Arashi’s mouth. The Yondaime Hokage was very skilled, he would give the man that much.

Fingertips kneaded into Oro's hips, attempting to both still him as well as try to relax him. The pace of his mouth increased the more comfortable he got with the position. Tension increased in his jaws, deepening the scrape of teeth, though not nearly hard enough to draw blood, keeping his lips tight as well.

Pain, though slight, once more mixed in with the pleasure, heightening the sensations, making the experience that much better, even having no control was seeming more and more appealing. In fact, it was all too much. Far too much all at once in his weakened state, and within a few more moments, he let out a cry as he met his release, knowing even in the midst of it that he wanted more.

He was somewhat grateful for Orochimaru's early orgasm, his jaw had been getting stiff. And though the taste was somewhat unappealing, he found it was not entirely lasting when swallowing quickly. After a moment, he released Oro from his mouth, panting slightly and licking his lips.

Orochimaru’s muscles relaxed, much of the tension and fight draining from them, but not all of it. He felt exhausted, his limbs heavy in pleasant way, but they weren’t so drained that he was ready to call it quits. If anything he wanted free of his bindings even more; escape being the furthest thing from his mind.

“I didn’t know the word was that useful.” He managed to get out, bringing up the thing he had recently convinced himself he wanted to forget.

"Politeness can get you a lot more than force and rudeness," Arashi replied and gave a smile. Then tilted his head, "Too tired to continue?" He was, after all, polite in not going to force Orochimaru to sate his own needs if the other man was not up to it.

“Too tired? Endurance training is something all shinobi go through, I’m no exception, I promise.” He grinned wickedly, eyes following the line of Arashi’s neck down the toned muscle of his chest and finally stopping where not even the clothing could hide the blond’s obvious erection. “I wonder, is that your natural hair color?” He mused aloud, an obvious hint to keep going.

"Is that a hint?" He asked, amused, though quite flushed from both the exertion as well as the type of exertion. "Not that you will see, if you catch my meaning. Watch your hands." And rose to his knees, not bothering with coyness or teasing this time as it was rather obvious he was enjoying himself. One hand on hip, the other on shoulder, Arashi flipped Orochimaru onto his stomach, "I am going to untie your legs."

And Orochimaru had thought the first part of this whole…experience was strange. He hadn’t taken into consideration that if this continued like it was that he would be bottom. Role reversal, at least on his part, was not something he had ever considered before.

As he lay on his stomach, face turned to the side so he could just see Arashi untying his legs, he couldn’t help but wonder how this was going to differ from all of his previous experience. The thought of taking the opportunity to escape didn’t even cross his mind. Only, he had one question. “You know what your doing?”

Arashi looked up at him while undoing the knots and blinked, "I know the anatomy of it, if that is what you are asking. Fairly simply, I would think." There was, after all, only one place he could penetrate without poking new holes.

Orochimaru chuckled, “I assumed you would have the basics, but it’s just not shaft A into slot B.” His terminology was a bit crude, but considering what they were about to do, it didn’t really matter. “Preparation… lubrication… two very important things. I don’t mind pain, but forgetting those would be most unpleasant for both of us.”

Arashi laughed at the crudeness, tipping his head, "I realize that." He had, after all, been with women before and it was much the same process. In a way. Granted. . he didn't exactly have bottles of lube laying about the place.

“Just keeping my best interest in mind.” Orochimaru stated casually, using the freedom of his legs to flip himself over and sit up, the muscles only protesting slightly to the sudden ability to actually move, face inches from the other’s. “But since you claim to know what your doing, I’ll leave it up to you.” His black hair fell forward, slightly obscuring his face as he regarded Arashi, cocky grin in place.

He arched a brow, "I put you in that position for a reason, you know." It was a touch odd to be looking into his face from so close a distance, especially after what they had just done. "And I can handle it. I only need to think of what I can use as a lubricant." Then put a hand on Orochimaru's chest and attempted to press him backwards.

Orochimaru let himself fall back onto the bed, relishing the feeling of just being able to stretch his legs out after so long. “All that bathing stuff you brought in, and you can’t think of anything? Not very creative I see.”

“By the way, I don’t much like that position; this does work with me facing you.” Also, without his elbows to prop himself up a little, he would be practically suffocating in the sheets.

He frowned slightly, "All right. On both counts. Though I should think bath oils would be a bit. . odd for lubrication." Then chuckled and rose, shedding his pants rather easily as he did so.

“Stranger things have been used as substitutes.” Orochimaru replied offhandedly, eyes following the natural blond as he moved about. “Saliva being on of the more desperate solutions.” One he had used several times when nothing else presented itself. “I think bath oils are much preferable.”

Yes, quite a natural blonde and rather erect at the prospect of Orochimaru. Odd, though not completely, the snake man was beautiful and currently at Arashi's mercy. Sort of. Bending, he pulled out one of the bath oils and uncapped it. Smelling slightly flowery, the yondaime brought it to the bed as he knelt between Oro's knees and coated two fingers in oil.

Orochimaru did the only thing he could do in this situation, he spread his legs wider, and lifted his hips up slightly. His eyes were following the yondaime’s every movement, watching to make sure there were no mistakes. He doubted Arashi had ever dealt with this particular kind of intimate relationship.

Arashi gave him sort of a glare, "It isn't like I will miss or get the wrong hole, you know." Eyes narrowing in concentration, he spread his knees and tried to angle Oro's hips up onto his thighs to get a better angle.

“I should hope not, that would be most unpleasant.” He teased, golden eyes shining with amusement and lust. “I’m just a cautious person by nature.” As he spoke he allowed himself to be positioned, moving himself as needed.

Teeth caught his lower lip as he drew oil slicked fingers over Oro's tight entrance, then, very slowly slid a finger in. A bit different than a woman, he noted, but not by much and not necessarily in a bad way.

Orochimaru forced himself to relax, going against natural reactions to the intrusion. It was defiantly not something he was used to, but not something he could find himself objecting to either. A new experience to take note of for future reference. He nodded once, indicating he was ready for the next finger.

He still found the situation oddly surreal and a bit humorous, but withdrew his index finger, then inserted both index and middle. Arashi was quite more sure of himself in this regard, Oro would most decidedly protest if he were going too fast or too eagerly.

He adjusted quickly enough, having excellent control over his body, and was keeping as relaxed as possible. From here it was up to Arashi what happened. But unless the other man suddenly chickened out, there was only one way this could go from here on out.

Finally, he added a third finger, figuring that should be enough, lightly and easily thrusting in and out. He wondered what that must feel like to Oro and whether there was any pleasure in it. Then withdrew fingers, "Ready for more?" it was not asked in a lascivious tone, but one of gentle concern.

So far the entirety of the situation only felt odd to him, if a little painful for a moment as the third finger was added, but he knew that there was more to all of this. “I’m fine.” Orochimaru responded easily, brushing off the concern, unused to the sentiment.

"You look tense," Then grinned, "I guess you're not used to being on bottom?" Probably not the most tasteful of jokes considering the situation, but he had noted the slight tension in Orochimaru's body when Arashi had added another finger.

“What can I say, I have a dominating personality.” Orochimaru shot back, glaring at the Yondaime. He knew this was supposed to hurt at first, very unpleasant to begin with from what he understood, so his body was just reacting naturally to having that information before hand.

He didn't reply with what he wanted, instead withdrew his fingers and reached for the bath oil once more. Keeping Orochimaru's hips still on his lap, Arashi tipped a liberal amount in the palm of his hand, warming the oil to a pliable temperature before wrapping his hand around his own rigid shaft and stroking the oil to coat it. Trying not to shudder with the rush of small pleasure that had eluded him for a over a decade, he released himself, capped the oil and looked to Orochimaru, concern warring with the desire in his expression, "We'll take this slow." Then flashed even, white teeth in a smile, "At first."

Orochimaru nodded, bracing himself mentally, while telling his body to stay relaxed. That was the only thing he knew of being in this position, he had to stay relaxed. “I can see this is going slow.” He did his best to soften his words a little, but he usually didn’t do anything of the sort, so they still came out rather harsh, but he was impatient and bad at hiding it.

Arashi chuckled, "Is that a hint?" And slid a hand under Orochimaru's back, fingers at the base of his spine, then, with his other hand, positioned the head of his shaft at Orochimaru's rather tight entrance. Eyes closed as he gathered himself and started to press inside. His chest rose and fell a touch more quickly, breath nearly gasping at the pressure and cool embracing his erection. The fingers at Oro's spine started to knead into muscles there, in effort to relax Orochimaru and ease his own initial pain.

Orochimaru bit the inside of his cheek again, reopening the wound he had created earlier. It was painful, and not even in the good way. He took a deep breath, holding it for a second, before letting it out, and with it some of his tension, His body was not happy with the intrusion, but he was in control of it, not the other way around, and he concentrated on the fingers at his back, a focusing point away from the awkwardness.

The pain couldn't be helped, and he did not like causing it, however, that would be over in minutes. Though Arashi did not envy him the experience. He stilled midway in, for a few breaths, letting Orochimaru accommodate and try to relax, then started to move again, until the entire length of him was housed in the shivery tightness. His mouth was dry, muscles fairly trembling with want to mindlessly thrust away, but he refrained and continued to knead Orochimaru's back, waiting.

There weren’t words to describe the feeling of all of this, it was like being too full, but that wasn’t quite right. It took a moment, one that felt like an eternity, but his body finally adjusted to the intrusion, and it didn’t feel quite so odd or uncomfortable. He shifted around a little, trying to get more comfortable.

When Orochimaru began to move, he took it as a sign that all was well, even so he asked, "All right?" Before shifting positions, moving over the other man, holding his own weight on his elbows, pinning Orochimaru's bound hands over his head. Then began to withdraw from Oro's body before thrusting slowly into him again. Jaw clenched with the effort of self control.

“I’m fine.” Orochimaru stated once again, slightly annoyed with being treated like a porcelain doll. He wasn’t going to break.

Arashi began moving, and now that he had grown used to the oddness of this, it seemed at an agonizingly slow pace. It was, while not overly wonderful, pleasant. He made a mental note that the man was careful and deliberate about nearly everything, overly cautious. When Arashi came to the end of his second thrust, the change in angle he made from leaning forward caused him to brush something inside of him. Orochimaru’s eyes squeezed shut and he let out a slight gasp. So that was what made being on bottom such an experience.

That sound was definitely not of pain, in fact, Orochimaru looked to be enjoying himself rather well at this point. Blunt nails dug into Orochimaru's pale wrists as the yondaime bowed his head slightly, hips thrust more forcefully. He felt able now, to relax a measure of his self control now that he knew the other man was gaining pleasure from this as well. And those light gasps were going to break him entirely of control if he hasn't relinquished some. His pace only heightened, enjoying the tight stroking on his shaft.

With every few thrusts that spot was brushed against again, eliciting more sounds from him. It wasn’t enough, but it was so much more than he had experienced before. Somehow he knew there was more to it, that if he shifted just a little more in the right direction, the Yondaime would hit that spot full on.

Orochimaru noticed he was growing hard again as well. He had endurance, to say the least, but this new sensation was definitely helping. He hardly even noticed the fingernails digging into his bound wrists at this point; he was too distracted by the tanned form bent over him, inches between their bare chests, the heat that seemed to fill the room, and the sound of their labored breathing.

Lips parted, skinned back over teeth as his breath came in pants. He felt too hot in his flesh, even with Orochimaru's cooler body beneath him. Little regaurd remained for politeness or comfort as he arched and thrust over and again, muscles shuddering with want of more from the tightness that sheathed him at ever stroke. His hand slid down from Oro's wrists and clenched on his hip to help achor him in a way that would allow for deeper penetration. Swallowing hard, he bent his tongue over the other man's pale collar bone, tasting his flesh while he pondered something that could be very, very stupid on his own part.

His own hips moved to accommodate the pace that had been set; fast, hard, and desperate for more. Orochimaru’s legs wrapped around Arashi, trying to pull him in deeper still. The shift in position was just enough that the blond finally, fully hit that spot. Orochimaru let out a strangled cry, his lungs refusing to work properly. His hips thrust forcefully against Arashi’s, wanting more, demanding more.

He bit down, blunt teeth not pressing hard enough to break flesh, but merely to bruise that pale skin when Orochimaru cried out. He took his hand from Oro's hip and moved it to his shoulder, steadying himself to thrust hard against the other man's hard thrusts. A desperate want of more was pooling in his stomach and with his hand at Oro's wrists, he unclenched nails from flesh and undid the ropes, uncaring of the result.

Hands now free, he ripped off the mask covering the lower half of his face, and pulled the blond into a forceful kiss. It was as desperate as he was, only wanting to increase the contact, the friction between them. Long fingers wrapped around a fistful of hair, while his other hand explored the other man’s body, nails dragging slightly as he traced the lines of muscles.

Grunting to the force, he was all teeth and tongue; tasting Orochimaru, letting the man taste himself from earlier, then grazing his lips with teeth. Arashi caught Orochimaru's face, palm on each cheek to keep his head still, to regain control of the situation and thrust his tongue into Oro's mouth in mimicry of their bodily actions.

Orochimaru fought the kiss with his own tongue, it becoming a battle for dominance. He had both hands now buried in the blond man’s hair, refusing to let the kiss be broken even if no one was trying to pull away. His erection was pressed against Arashi’s stomach, their bodies so close together. He couldn’t help but let out more sounds, especially when that spot was hit again.

Not one to let the other dominate, especially when Orochimaru was on bottom, Arashi pressed the full length of his body firmly against the other man. Hot, sweat-slicked and using sheer mass to pin the other to the bed, he fought off the other man's tongue with his own, hands sliding up from his cheeks to tangle in Oro's hair, bracing the dark haired man to the bed.

Orochimaru fought back, almost half heartedly, as he was pressed into the mattress. He was used to dominating, and it was only natural for him to want to do so, but he was enjoying being dominated to the point where he wasn’t putting full effort into switching things to the way he naturally wanted. That didn’t mean he wasn’t fighting; at his hair being pulled, he had released the yondaime’s and was running fingernails over tanned skin, almost hard enough to draw blood, and he was using his teeth every bit as much as his tongue in the kiss.

In short, he was rough, violent, and hungry for ever bit of flesh the other man had to offer.

Arashi's upper lip had curled away from teeth, almost a snarl, back arching into the foreign nails on his flesh. Fingers tangled in Orochimaru's hair, flexing as the weight of his upper body shifted to keep the other man's head still, rest of his weight continuing to pin Oro. His abdomen pinned Orochimaru's erection between their bodies as he continued to thrust, close to release and desperate for it.

Orochimaru couldn’t hold back anymore, and as his prostate was hit a final time, he found his release. The resulting sound trying to escape his throat was muffled by the still forceful kiss he was locked in. All of his muscles spasmed with his orgasm, tightening and relaxing against his will. His nails dug into the tanned skin of the Yondaime, his grip tightening of its own.

He was incredibly pleased with himself at the groan and sticky wetness coating their mutual abdomens that spoke of Orochimaru's release. But his own breath caught, choking a strangled cry when the other man's muscles tightened of their own accord, squeezing Arashi's shaft mercilessly. With a low sound of pleasure, he tightened fingers in Oro's hair further, likely to the point of slight pain, then thrust once or twice more before finding his own release, collapsing and panting on the cooler, slender body beneath him. Logic would return after the haze of contentment passed.

Orochimaru’s mind cleared first, and he slid out from under Arashi, and grabbing the robe he had been wrapped in earlier. He had been tied up before by the man, and wasn’t about to let it happen again. Putting on the robe, and securing the tie on his waist, he judged the energy he had left after this entire… ordeal. He had enough to make it back to his apartment.

Arashi felt Orochimaru moving and made to grab the jutsu proof ropes, then realized it was too late. Sitting up, he frowned slightly, oh this was not good, there went the plans of forcing the snake to find his inner good. "Well enough to make it home. . or should I offer you some more drugged tea."

Orochimaru smirked down at the man on the bed, “Oh, I think I’ll do just fine on my own. Perhaps next time. You do make a good cup of tea.” Not being stupid enough to hang around, he went for the door, making his way out of the apartment as quickly as possible. If he stuck around there would be a fight, and right now he didn’t have the strength for such a thing. Too bad, that too would have been… fun.

Arashi gave a stretch and a yawn, he should take a shower, but was far too tired and quite glad that there would be no fight. Naked fights.. . never went well. Though he was interested to see how far he could get against Orochimaru. The Sandaime, had he been younger, could have finished him off, after all. Then fluffed himself up in the covers and fell asleep.