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Happy Birthday, Kabuto, you bastard.

Feb 27, 2007 23:46

Who? Actually...just Sai - aaand somehow this has turned into an action log, so say Hi to Kabuto too.
What? Sai totally needs to give his boyfriend lover person-who-he-is-screwing-pretty-much-exclusively-and-does-not-find-too-moronic-but-that-he-is-totally-not-attracted-to-in-any-way-other-than-physically-at-all his birthday present, and a little ( Read more... )

sai, log, and stuff, holy god wtf crack otp ftw, art, action thread

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snakeskinviolin February 28 2007, 01:53:02 UTC

Kabuto was playing the piano when he heard the knock at the door. He wasn't expecting anyone (well, perhaps Sai, but that was different, and he didn't knock), and he stood up, heading to the door.

When he got there, no one was at the door, and he stepped out to look around, stumbling onto the paper bag, but not kicking it over. He bent down, and picked it up, curiously. He looked up and down the hall, whoever had left this was long gone.

Stepping back inside, and heading to his couch, he looked inside the bag, pulling out note and decorated case. Reading the note, he was surprised. He knew that handwriting, and there was only one person he knew who could do this. Who. . . would, it would seem.

He knew that Sai must be on his way to the bus stop, but. . . he got up, and sent a message to Sai's phone.

'Made too much food. Come over?'

sketchysmile February 28 2007, 02:00:05 UTC

The vibrations of the phone set off in Sai's pocket as he waited for the bus, cigarette in hand, freshly lit. He flipped it open, opening the text with curiosity. He was rarely texted (mainly because he rarely gave out his number, it was usually for work and...the few people who had the benefit of getting it) and he didn't think it'd be from work.

Too much food? Ah, well, the bus wouldn't be here for another twenty minutes anyway. His fingers typed in a quick response ('Sure. In the neighbourhood anyway.') before leaving the bus stop, stubbing the cigarette out after smoking it to the filter.

He made it up to Kabuto's apartment in little time (rushing? Never), opening the door without knocking.

snakeskinviolin February 28 2007, 02:15:00 UTC

If Sai noticed, there was no smell of food in the apartment, so the text was an utter, utter lie.

He met Sai at the door, and wordlessly pushed it shut. For a moment, it was as if he was searching for some words, and he wouldn't (couldn't?) reach his eyes. When Kabuto did look at Sai, straight into his eyes, there were no words that could be spoken.

So instead of words, actions told what he was thinking (feeling?), and he kissed Sai, gently (because he knew Sai was still sore in places) but firmly, solidly. His tongue licked gently at Sai's lips, before sliding into his mouth.

sketchysmile February 28 2007, 02:29:56 UTC

Sai was... not so surprised by the lie, but the look, well, that shocked him a little (though admit that he would never). He looked back at Kabuto, eyes betraying nothing, but betraying everything at the same time.

The gentle kiss was just as much of a surprise and Sai's lips parted with ease and no coaxing, tongue pressing against Kabuto's with a small amount of fire (it seemed to only exist in their kisses... He couldn't - wouldn't? - understand why).

His hands rested on Kabuto's chest, eyes closed as soon as he got over the surprise of the sudden gentle kiss, his fingers curling slightly to cling to the fabric of Kabuto's shirt.

snakeskinviolin February 28 2007, 03:09:28 UTC

Kabuto took his time with the kiss, enjoying the fire that seemed to ignite when they were around each other.

As the violin case was a thanks for. . . whatever (what had he been thanked for, exactly? Kabuto didn't care, the gift was touching), the kiss was thanks for the for the gift. Kabuto's hands rested against Sai's hips, gently pulling him towards the back of the apartment, the bedroom, gently.

sketchysmile February 28 2007, 03:20:37 UTC

Thanks was fine, it seemed, with Sai. He let himself be pulled towards the bedroom, still keeping his grip on Kabuto's shirt, tightening it a little as he kept up with the movements of the other, making sure that their bodies were never too far apart, making a small noise into the kiss without much reason other than it escaped.

He enjoyed their... dynamic, with regards to the kissing and the sex. Apathy was his forte (especially with regards to sex), but something was different about them. He enjoyed their dynamic outside of the kissing and sex, when it happened. They tended to banter and argue without hurting feelings.

snakeskinviolin February 28 2007, 05:48:33 UTC

It was different with Sai then it was with anyone else. Kabuto was used towearing his mask all the time, even in front of Orochimaru who saw through it. With Sai, for some reason he left his guard down and just relaxed.

There were implications here that he wanted to be ignoring.

He tugged at Sai, pulling him along by the fabric of his pants. He hit the door to his room, and leaned against it, still very focused on Sai's lips, kisses becoming more heated as he rubbed up against Sai, almost like he was offering to let Sai take the lead. (Sai was still sore, after all. This would go no further then he wanted it to)

*fails at early morning smut what* Mmm...Freudian slips sketchysmile February 28 2007, 10:21:34 UTC

Pain wasn't a thing to be minded when it turned to pleasure, and the soreness from most of the injuries had significantly dulled. Sai let his hands move to Kabuto's neck, arms wrapping around him to keep them pressed close as Kabuto rubbed against him.

With Kabuto against the door of their the bedroom, and making all those motions, it was pretty much up to Sai to take the lead. Slowly, very, very slowly, he broke from the other teen's lips, kissing them briefly and chastely once more before trailing them in a line of butterfly kisses over Kabuto's jaw line. His hands dropped back to Kabuto's shirt, undoing a few buttons, hands pressed against the other's chest once it was revealed, hands re-learning the familiar texture of the other's skin with small, light touches.

Shame I missed you for ES time. But this is just as hot (and sapful) snakeskinviolin February 28 2007, 11:46:21 UTC

Pain was well and good, but being with Sai had taught him a few things about pleasure and gentleness, and he found himself liking not coming away from sex like he'd been in a train wreck. It was nice. There was something to be said about pleasure for the sake of pleasure.

Kabuto wouldn't admit it, but he liked it when Sai took charge sometimes. Giving into Sai wasn't so bad, it was good, and he knew what he was doing. Sai knew how to use a light touch and make it feel like it could last forever.

It felt so good.

He tugged at Sai's shirt, and starting at the bottom, started pulling it up, to feel the warm skin under it.

I know. D: We'll get it dooone. And then get it printed on a tshirt to wear. sketchysmile February 28 2007, 12:49:35 UTC

It was a change that Sai often liked. He cared not for being constantly top, or constantly bottom, he wouldn't call himself a definite seme or uke because, well... pleasure was pleasure.

As he undid more buttons, his hands continued to learn the other's body, testing exactly where Kabuto was sensitive through deft touches of experienced fingers. (Kabuto could be an artwork--)

His lips moved down Kabuto's neck, sucking lightly, leaving small marks in its wake (the prominent marks may be more hideable, if Sai so felt to be not possessive do so).

I had yakiniku, mmm. It was tasty. Which is why I missed you. Ahh well! I sleep now snakeskinviolin February 28 2007, 13:34:58 UTC

Kabuto liked the change with Sai. In dealings with otheres, there were roles to play, with Sai, none. He liked it. It was freeing.

Kabuto moaned softly as Sai's hands relearned his body, whimpering as Sai's hands elicatly traced against his sides, causing his flesh to prickle.

He didn't care if Sai left marks on his skin. . . he belonged to Sai they were nothing new, ad he wouldn't care if these were seen (they weren't made by a teacher, so the akward questions would have answers with no consequences, really. . .

Lucky, I haven't ate yet. i_i My ass wants to go home... sketchysmile February 28 2007, 14:48:11 UTC

((Motherfuck my coding skills suck. >> I think you guessed which part was supposed to be struck out, ne?))

It was... natural, he supposed. They just fell into whatever positions, roles, were most comfortable and it worked. There was no ulterior motive (unless they were settling arguments) to them, it was just... sex.

He sucked slightly harder at the base of Kabuto's neck before seeking out his lips, fingertips resting against Kabuto's waist softly as he kissed the other firmly, one hand trailing up to rest on Kabuto's face as his tongue licked at Kabuto's lips, the other reaching for the doorhandle, fumbling at it as he tried to open it.

I would have replied when I got up, but I was SO not awake this morning. . . snakeskinviolin March 1 2007, 01:43:04 UTC

Kabuto wasn't hold back as a strained moan came from his lips as Sai sucked at his neck. His hand gripped Sai's shirt, needing wanting pulling him closer.

Kabuto's hand joined Sai's on the doorhandle, helping to open it. Kabuto stumbled backwards as the door opened, but holding onto Sai's shirt, so they didn't part.

Free, his fingers hooked into Sai's pants, and pulled him towards the bed, slowly unfastening them.

I would be on AIM, but my laptop's went retarded so I went back to school to get online. D: sketchysmile March 1 2007, 12:00:39 UTC

As soon as the door opened, Sai's arm wrapped around Kabuto's waist, helping keep their balance as they stumbled into the bedroom, lips caught in a hard kiss.

Sai moaned onto Kabuto's lips as he felt the other begin to unfasten his trousers, tugging them back onto the bed, so that Kabuto fell on top of him. (He wanted to be taken...)

Pushing back Kabuto's shirt with one hand, the hand around Kabuto's waist slid under the waistband of his trousers teasingly.

I need more sexy icons. Hrm. snakeskinviolin March 1 2007, 12:57:28 UTC

His shirt fell to the floor, somewhere, and Kabuto didn't care. His apartment was starting to get messy with clothes recently, another shirt on the floor wouldn't change things, really.

Kabuto fell on top of Sai, pinning him to the bed, his knee carefully between Sai's legs as he knelt down on the bed. He pulled down the zipper of Sai's pants completely, not bothering with teasing. In every touch, Kabuto showed a gentleness that he hadn't realized he possessed. And if he had any ability to think, it would have bothered him.

I need a paid account for this account. >>; sketchysmile March 1 2007, 13:19:47 UTC

The clothes... were mainly Sai's fault, probably. He tended to find things from his wardrobe on Kabuto's floor more and more often nowadays and the boundaries were blurred.

The gentleness was... surprising, but not entirely unexpected (had Sai the time to care, he would have wondered why that was so, but time spent caring why was time wasted).

Pinned to the bed, Sai panted slightly, hips arching as Kabuto pulled off his trousers, his hands beginning to undo the other's quickly, fingers flicking fabric to separate it.

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