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Mend Me	By : AccioLucius Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 4140 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 23
Neon-colored water swirled down the drain as Orochimaru washed the remains of the powdery bombs from his body. His head hung as he watched a final trail of purple swirl and disappear. It provided as a distraction, but as he ran a frustrated hand through his soaking wet hair, Orochimaru cringed.
His body ached the same as it had five years ago. Not from fatigue or injury, but from pent up energy. His lower abdomen burned with need, and his member stood erect as the steamy air and hot water made his body ache that much more.
Orochimaru bit his lip before tilting his head back with an expression that could have been confused with sadness. His serpentine eyes shut as his hand slowly started to explore over a single hip and across his member. Gripping lightly, his careful movements felt like strokes of a feather. It made him almost angry as he resisted a complete grip, not wanting his arousal to climax by, literally, his own hand.
Behind him, Saya stood on the other side of the bathroom. Her underwear had already slipped away and littered the floor. She stared at Orochimaru's blurred form through the shower door. Her mind was beginning to shut down. She knew what she was about to do, and her conscience was just too tired to fight anymore.
It was careful and quiet, but that still didn't keep Orochimaru from violently whipping around to face her as she opened the shower door. His pupils were dilated and his breath was ragged, but as he registered what stood before him, he froze in place just as the woman opposite him.
Their eyes were locked firmly in place with one another, yet they were able to take in each other's bodies as if they were wildly roaming. Orochimaru absorbed the view of the body that motherhood had actually improved. With her slightly wider hips and rounder breasts, Saya was much more of a woman that she had been years ago.
Saya almost had to tear her gaze away. Orochimaru was just as muscular as he had always been, but now his body was healed. There were faint scars dancing across his pale skin, but all of his blood, bruising, and bandages were finally gone. Her eyes also winced as they finally registered his arousal.
Without a word or change of expression, Saya kept their eyes locked as she stepped inside the shower. Orochimaru backed away to allow her to enter, almost dumbfounded when she finally turned and began washing the powder from her own body. It was then that Saya closed her eyes. As she wet her hair and let the water wash over her, she could feel those slitted pupils on her back. She waited for a hand to jerk her wrist down, or for his body to press against hers, but it never came. Tears were bit back as she realized that she wasn't just waiting because she expected it of the man, but because she wanted it.
Slowly and teasingly, Saya ran her hands through her wet hair and down her neck. She actually almost laughed. While she was practically offering herself to the man, he just stood there and did not one thing. However, Orochimaru could finally be felt closing in as his breath hit her neck. Saya sighed silently as his lips brushed along her left shoulder. He gently grasped her raised arm and lowered it, trailing light kisses as he straightened it out.
Just as he reached her elbow, Saya slowly turned around and dropped her arm. The face staring back at her was not one she was expecting. Orochimaru had won once again, but instead of his sadistic smirk, his face was painted with an expression of eagerness.
Saya's irises became those lustful silver orbs her curse produced as she opened the shower door. Without taking her eyes off the man, she turned the comfort of the hot water off as she reached to offer a slow, deep kiss.
Eyelids heavy with lust, Orochimaru followed as the woman led them to her dark bedroom. He sat down on the edge of Saya's bed as she stood and waited. His expression was blank as he looked up at her, but there was a hint of excitement in his golden eyes. Orochimaru carefully reached for Saya's wrists as he guided her onto his lap.
Saya's fingers instantly tangled within his silky black hair when his lips reached her neck. Orochimaru kissed it slowly, but he anxiously raked his teeth against her skin. Those rakes turned into actual bites as his mouth trailed lower to her breasts. Saya moaned almost painfully and ached her back, conflicted with the dueling sensations of both the man's tongue and teeth on her nipple.
Her mind was abuzz with excitement and pleasure, and all other thought was long gone. All she could comprehend was the way this man made her body feel. She was on fire from head to toe with her curse mark radiating a soothing heat of its own.
It had been so long since she felt this way, and it was almost too much to handle. Almost angrily, Saya dug her fingers harder into the man's hair and titled his head. Their open mouths hungrily met, where their tongues instantly began to prod and twist around each other. Anxious sounds of pleasure came deep within their throats.
Able to wait no longer, Saya raised her hips and lined herself up with the man. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his erection. Her lips broke away as a loud moan then escaped her lips. When Orochimaru was fully inside her, she paused. Her heart was hammering. While her body was flooding with lust, she could also feel five years of secret longing and yearning leaving her body.
This man she was both infuriated and fascinated by was finally inside her once again. And it was by her own power, not his. It was her hands that gripped his body and held it in place. Her face contorted as she struggled with her emotions.
"Orochimaru," she whispered as she closed her eyes. Her body was stiff as she still clung tightly to him.
He looked up at her as he lazily snaked his hands onto her hips. He didn't speak, wanting to see what this woman would say or do. A heavy breath was the only hint of a response the sannin gave.
"Don't make me regret this," she finally sighed as her hips began to rise and fall. She loosened her grip on his head and opened her eyes.
The eyes staring back at her were glassier than her own. Orochimaru appeared almost drunk as he sat and let Saya ride him. Eventually, he chuckled his devious laugh. His hands pressed on Saya's back as he lay back and propped his elbows up on the bed. She now kneeled over him, gripping her bed as her hips gained speed. A deep groan came from the man's throat as he let his head hang back.
"Saya," Orochimaru sighed. One of his hands roamed over her back as he closed his eyes. A particularly enticing moan escaped his lips as Saya shifted her angle. It was then that Orochimaru dug his nails into her hips and flipped them over.
Their lips met and they kissed loudly. Orochimaru began to thrust into Saya once her legs were crossed against his back. She instantly cried into his mouth from pleasure. In no time their bodies were quickly replacing the moisture from the shower with sweat from Orochimrau's feverish thrusts. He was fast and rough, but showed no sign that he was close to finishing.
While he growled and grunted into her ear along with his thrusting, Saya continued to moan and cry out. She felt unbelievable. All of the bickering and fighting was washing away, and all she could feel was the body on top of hers. She actually managed a smile.
"Saya" This time it was an anxious growl as the man buried his face into her neck. "Stay with me. Be with me."
Her nails dug into his back. At that moment she wanted to cry yes. Anything he wanted. But her mind wasn't so clouded that she couldn't remember it was Orochimaru who was driving into her. "You can't love me."
"No."
Saya didn't know whether he was agreeing or answering, but either way it made her eyes tear and spill over. She clung tighter as the speed of his thrusting grew intense. Her insides were tight and dying for release. "I want you to," she nearly sobbed.
Orochimaru shushed her softly as his rhythm became erratic and forceful. His breath was harsh as he opened his mouth to speak. "Then come for me," he whispered into her ear. "Saya," he continued as he voice became strained, "come."
As if he had control of her body, Saya contracted with cry as her orgasm finally came. She clawed at the man's body as she rode the tidal wave of sensation, her pleasure doubling when Orochimaru cried out as he came moments later. His last thrusts were long and rough before his body fell onto hers.
Their breathing was loud within the now silent room. Heated radiated from their bodies, but the drying sweat that covered them was a cool relief. Limbs still tangled, Saya mindlessly combed her fingers through the man's hair. Almost instantly, though, Orochimaru pulled away from her and collapsed on the other side of the bed.
Saya curled up in a ball as she stared at his back. It was amazing how suddenly her mood had gone from high to low. Her body was completely consumed and tangled with his one moment, and the next she was empty and alone. Tears still clung to her bottom eyelids.
Leaving his playful, romantic mood behind, Orochimaru had only one thing to say to Saya before drifting off to sleep.
"Do not leave this time."
AN: Damn, I've been dying for them to have sex again just as much as you guys. I thought this scene over and over and over multiple times. It's one of the reasons it took so long to get to it.
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