Words (Might Tell You Tonight)
Title: Words (Might Tell You Tonight)
Fandom: Naruto
Summary: It was a first day
Rating: PG for a little BL
Word Count: 498 (O__O)
For: naruto100
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Orochimaru/Yakushi Kabuto
Disclaimer: Not mine. Inspired by Scissor Sister's Might Tell You Tonight (if you look, I've used every line in there XD).
It was a strange morning, because it was the first morning he stayed there. It was a logical thing for them to go into one room - after all, they spent more time in each other’s rooms than their own. Kabuto watched as the older man hid under the covers at the realisation of daylight, holding back his laughter. Morning person was one phrase that should never be used to describe Orochimaru.
Walking to the en suite bathroom, Kabuto couldn’t help but glance at the new toothbrush there - this morning seemed unusually lazy and was going slowly, it was oddly nice. A look back to the room showed him that the sannin had left the bed and reminded him how much clearer the chest of drawers was.
“Did you get some sleep?” Orochimaru asked in a whisper (why did they always whisper? Kabuto wondered idly) as he grabbed the new toothbrush. Kabuto nodded, mouth full of foam, before almost blindly grabbing for the mouthwash. Spitting out the last of it, Kabuto’s hands casually ran through Orochimaru’s hair - he remembered one specific training session with Sasuke where the Uchiha told the legendary shinobi that he should cut his hair.
He shivered in the cold air, moving to the wardrobe to pick out something warm to wear. Not thinking about it, he plucked out a thick woollen sweater in a dark shade of green, pulling it on with a soft sigh of satisfaction - it smelled musky, slightly like blood and vanilla - odd, perhaps, but Kabuto knew this scent far too well - it was him, just him.
It was later that night when it happened. He found Orochimaru lazily sitting on top of the grand piano - one of the few things Kabuto had ever kept consistently in his life - finishing a letter with a flourish. Kabuto had a collection of those letters, if the look in Orochimaru’s eyes was telling him everything that the older man wouldn’t say - that perverted glint that was probably stolen from Jiraiya.
He sat down without a word - words really didn’t need to be exchanged between them - hands gliding over the piano keys easily, playing a familiar and old tune. The sannin stood up, sliding the letter underneath a paperweight on the chest of drawers once the ink had dried.
Neither of them questioned how they wound up on the bed, Kabuto on top, it always seemed to happen. The medic nin pressed his forehead to the older man’s - hitai-ate long since removed - looking into the golden eyes of the other. Those eyes... those eyes that had inspired fear in so many, had looked so terrifying, were as placid as Kabuto had ever seen them. It was a myth that you needed to detach from emotions completely to be a good renegade or shinobi - Orochimaru was living proof in Kabuto’s opinion.
“I...” Kabuto started, but instead just kissed the snake user.
What was the point in using words? This was enough to let him know...I love you.
Fandom: Naruto
Summary: It was a first day
Rating: PG for a little BL
Word Count: 498 (O__O)
For: naruto100
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Orochimaru/Yakushi Kabuto
Disclaimer: Not mine. Inspired by Scissor Sister's Might Tell You Tonight (if you look, I've used every line in there XD).
It was a strange morning, because it was the first morning he stayed there. It was a logical thing for them to go into one room - after all, they spent more time in each other’s rooms than their own. Kabuto watched as the older man hid under the covers at the realisation of daylight, holding back his laughter. Morning person was one phrase that should never be used to describe Orochimaru.
Walking to the en suite bathroom, Kabuto couldn’t help but glance at the new toothbrush there - this morning seemed unusually lazy and was going slowly, it was oddly nice. A look back to the room showed him that the sannin had left the bed and reminded him how much clearer the chest of drawers was.
“Did you get some sleep?” Orochimaru asked in a whisper (why did they always whisper? Kabuto wondered idly) as he grabbed the new toothbrush. Kabuto nodded, mouth full of foam, before almost blindly grabbing for the mouthwash. Spitting out the last of it, Kabuto’s hands casually ran through Orochimaru’s hair - he remembered one specific training session with Sasuke where the Uchiha told the legendary shinobi that he should cut his hair.
He shivered in the cold air, moving to the wardrobe to pick out something warm to wear. Not thinking about it, he plucked out a thick woollen sweater in a dark shade of green, pulling it on with a soft sigh of satisfaction - it smelled musky, slightly like blood and vanilla - odd, perhaps, but Kabuto knew this scent far too well - it was him, just him.
It was later that night when it happened. He found Orochimaru lazily sitting on top of the grand piano - one of the few things Kabuto had ever kept consistently in his life - finishing a letter with a flourish. Kabuto had a collection of those letters, if the look in Orochimaru’s eyes was telling him everything that the older man wouldn’t say - that perverted glint that was probably stolen from Jiraiya.
He sat down without a word - words really didn’t need to be exchanged between them - hands gliding over the piano keys easily, playing a familiar and old tune. The sannin stood up, sliding the letter underneath a paperweight on the chest of drawers once the ink had dried.
Neither of them questioned how they wound up on the bed, Kabuto on top, it always seemed to happen. The medic nin pressed his forehead to the older man’s - hitai-ate long since removed - looking into the golden eyes of the other. Those eyes... those eyes that had inspired fear in so many, had looked so terrifying, were as placid as Kabuto had ever seen them. It was a myth that you needed to detach from emotions completely to be a good renegade or shinobi - Orochimaru was living proof in Kabuto’s opinion.
“I...” Kabuto started, but instead just kissed the snake user.
What was the point in using words? This was enough to let him know...I love you.