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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 24

For the first time in days, it was sunlight that woke Saya from her sleep. Her silver eyes winced as she slowly opened them, shifting them away from the bright morning light. But just as quickly as she looked away, she looked back.

Despite sleeping quite soundly throughout the night, Saya had awoken on occasion, and each time she did, she was met with the pale back of the man beside her. But now he lay on his back with his head turned toward her. His face was relaxed and peaceful, which the woman was fascinated by.

Too, the same sunlight touched his face and body, painting an almost angelic picture of Orochimaru. It was a first for Saya, but as beautiful a sight it was to her, she simply sighed quietly and sat up. She didn’t dwell on her actions of the night before. She knew it was only a matter of time before it happened; everyone did. And as much as she hated to admit to herself, she was glad it did.

As she stretched her legs and swung them around to the edge of the bed, Saya jumped with a gasp as a hand shot out to grip her arm. Quickly looking behind her, she now found her angelic Orochimaru leering up at her. Their eyes locked as neither of them said a word, until Orochimaru jerked her back down onto the bed.

“What did I say?” he asked her.

Saya narrowed her eyes at him as she readjusted to a seated position. “I wasn’t going anywhere; just getting out of bed.”

Orochimaru chuckled once. “You are aware that men are traditionally the ones to leave their lovers alone in bed?” He too sat up and gazed devilishly in her direction.

“We’re not exactly traditional, are we?” Saya asked dryly as she made her second attempt to stand up. Orochimaru let her, but only to gaze at her naked form as she walked to her closet for a white kimono to slip into. “Besides,” Saya continued as she wrapped herself up, “you get much more emotional during sex than I do. How’s that for traditional?”

Daring to look behind her, she smirked at the rage in Orochimaru’s eyes. He didn’t even speak; he just continued to stare daggers at the woman until he also stood and strolled to her side of the room. Making no attempt to clothe himself, he closed in on Saya until she was flat against the wall. Saya stared up at him without a trace of fear in her eyes, despite the nature of the golden ones opposite her.

Orochimaru was briefly reminded of their very first days together those years ago, how Saya would return his menacing and sinful gazes with intrigue.

He clenched his jaw, but before he could open his mouth to speak, Saya leaned up to kiss him slowly on the lips. With her eyes closed, she breathed against his mouth, “You’re mad because you know it’s true.”

That’s when the sannin’s hands flew up to her shoulders, pinning her that much harder against the wall. Saya looked up at him with that same fearless expression, even when his hands began to inch closer to her neck.

“Do I need to remind you what it was you said, Saya?”

Inhaling loudly, Saya rolled her eyes and looked away. “Don’t look into it.” It was a mumble, but it still held enough spite to make the man smirk. Saya pried Orochimaru’s hands from her body, but that didn’t stop him from following her as she headed to the bathroom. He stopped and leaned against the door frame.

“I’m taking a shower,” Saya told him, putting her back to him as she began to undo her kimono.

“So am I.”

Saya shook her head as she turned to look at him. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Orochimaru stared her down from the doorway. His serpentine eyes shone with an animalistic need until they pushed his body to move towards her.

“Don’t,” Saya started as she pointed a finger at him.

The man pushed her hand to the side as he approached. “Why stop now?” His eyes lowered briefly to dance across her body. When they came back to her eyes, they held nothing but lust.

“Because,” Saya started as she narrowed her eyes, “there’s no reason to continue. You got what you wanted and my curse is at ease. The tension is gone.” She turned her back to him once again as she started the water. However, she stopped from going any further as Orochimaru pressed against her back.

His own hands picked up where hers left off as he finished untying her robe. “You curse may be at ease now, but what about in another five years, hmm?” he purred into her ear. “Will you be hunting me down once again, clawing and spitting at me like a cat in heat?”

Saya let him finish undressing her, but she faced him with a look of disbelief. “I’m going to be rid of this mess in five years. You’re delusional if you think I’m going to put up with it the rest of my life. And if you think it’s because I’m eventually going to have a life with you, you’re wrong there too.

“And it’s not just Akira, it’s my home, my career, my life, Tetsuya’s life. I can’t drop all of that for you. Whatever is going on between us is never going to work. We’re not right for each other. I need more than this.”

As Saya looked at the man, she noticed he wasn’t angry or even annoyed. He just looked back at her with the same glint of arousal. She sighed loudly. “But because you’ve been behaving nicely lately, I will be honest with you. If I didn’t have the two of them, if I was on my own, I would try.”

Her voice was soft and expressed the obvious defeat she felt. Orochimaru smirked down at her.

“So if I don’t stop now, I don’t know what’s going to happen.”

Saya looked at him with uncertainty. She would more than likely regret sharing this with Orochimaru, but it was the truth. The complete turn in his behavior and actions of the previous day left Saya with a taste of how things could possibly be “normal” between them.

But that didn’t stop her from cocking her head as she dwelt on that thought. It was still also possible that his calm, open moments with her were just a trick to ease her into a false sense of security.

“You’re overthinking again,” Orochimaru told her. “It’s written all over your face.”

Before he gave Saya a chance to reply, he leaned down to nuzzle her neck. His warm breath tickled her skin as he slowly moved up to her ear. Saya let him, but her body also stiffened as his hands found her hips.

“I’m only a monster when you force me to be.”

A nervous laugh escaped the woman’s mouth. “Forcing you can be as little as looking at you a certain way.” She pressed a hand to Orochimaru’s chest, but it only enticed him to move even closer. Saya instinctively brought her arms up to cover her chest.

“Then look at me how I would prefer you to.”

“I’m afraid to,” Saya replied as her arms pressed that much closer into her chest.

Orochimaru chuckled deeply as he still hovered around her neck. “Don’t be,” he purr at her again. He slowly let one of his hands travel over the curve of her hip and along her waist before slowly going back down. Saya hitched a breath when he did this. “You’re brave enough to open your thoughts and fears up to me, but not a simple touch?”

Saya’s heart pounded against her ribcage. As Orochimaru began to caress her side again, her eyes closed against the affect it had on her. It was mesmerizing, even if it was coming from this man she despised. When Saya opened her eyes again, they shone that solid, aroused silver she was still unknowing of.

Orochimaru looked down at her with that smirk of his as her arms unwound and slid across his shoulders. “That’s better,” he whispered.

“Fuck you,” Saya breathed as her lips found his.

What started as a soft kiss quickly escalated to one of the most passionate the two had shared. Their breaths were heavy and audible, even over the streaming water of the shower. Saya’s hands tangled in her favorite silky hair as Orochimaru’s covered every inch of her body. He gripped her hard, hard enough to bruise, before releasing to caress her, just to show that he could still have his way.

Saya flinched each time he did this, knowing she was allowing him the upper hand. But instead of fearing it, she actually found it exciting. And when the man’s hips began to grind against her own, Saya’s knees went weak.

Orochimaru caught her weight as he guided them to the floor. Saya lay in a small pooling of warm water from the shower. Orochimaru spread that warm water over her body, raising goosebumps, as his hands continued their roaming. Meanwhile, the curse mark on Saya’s shoulder began to warm and heat her body to the very core.

Saya spread her legs around the man and pushed herself up to him, giving herself to him. Orochimaru didn’t chuckle or sneer, just pleasingly grunted as he buried himself in her with a single thrust. He then pushed hard against her, making sure he was getting as far into her as possible.

It was then that Saya rolled her hips against his. She looked up at him impatiently, for which caused the sannin to grin sinfully at her. His glassy eyes bore into hers as his weight settled down on top of her, pinning her to the shower floor. Even when he harshly began to thrust into her, Saya held his gaze with her own.

Neither of them missed a clench of the jaw, grunt, or lustful blink as Orochimaru thrust into her quickly and roughly. Saya clawed approvingly at his shoulders, even daring a smirk as she bit her lip. Her body was now soaking wet as the water continued to shower behind her. Her eyes began to lose their focus as she took in the sight and feel of Orochimaru. Every inch of him could be felt inside her with each thrust of his hips against hers.

Too much for her, Saya broke their gaze as she pushed against the floor and crawled backward away from the man. He scowled murderously at her for it, sending a shiver all throughout her body. As she stood, it almost caused her to freeze, but instead Saya raised her arms and pressed the front of her body against the glass. With her eyes still two, lust-filled orbs, Saya peeked over her arms with a playful grin.

Crouched from his place on the floor, Orochimaru responded with one of his own. He slowly rose and approached Saya from behind, teasingly sliding his throbbing member between the gap in her thighs. The water was now pouring over the both of them as their bodies pressed together.

“Now where did you think you were going?” Orochimaru sneered at her.

“You wanted me pinned to the floor, against a wall, ravaging me as hardly and as loudly as you possibly could, while I enjoy every minute of it.”

Saya glanced behind her shoulder as she finished quoting their conversation from days before. Orochimaru stared blankly at her, almost as if he was surprised. She laughed breathlessly before turning back around. “So do it,” she told him.

One side of Orochimaru’s mouth curved upward as his hands found her body again, but so too did his tongue. Saya inhaled a sharp breath as it began to dance along her neck and shoulders. But as it began to stretch itself, her eyes closed. It did marvelous things as it explored her body, but it was still a horrifying sight to her. Only when it reached between her legs did Saya fully appreciate it. It teased her clit from the front, until it would occasionally slide farther back to her entrance. She couldn’t help herself as she gasped loudly and arched her back.

With him still between her legs, Saya curiously looked down as Orochimaru teased her from both sides. His hips would slightly buck forward, sending his tongue to retract back up to her most sensitive area as his erection slid against her entrance.

He did this until Saya was completely bent over with her nails raking against the glass of the door. Orochimaru gathered her hands in one of his, bringing them back above her head. His other hand gripped her hip as the next thrust of his hips sent him fully inside Saya.

She grit her teeth as the force straightened her body and pressed it against the glass. The man gave her no time to adjust as he starting pounding into her with as much speed and ferocity as before. Her shoulder radiated that same soothing heat, but all of the woman’s focus was every movement of the man behind her.

She panted and groaned as her head rest against her left arm. Tongue now returning back to his mouth, Orochimaru growled as he pressed their wet bodies tightly together. He gave Saya no room to move, but that still didn’t stop her from trying to grind herself into his hips. Half moaning, half chuckling at her, Orochimaru let his hands fall from her body and instead grip the top of the shower door.

His new position gave him even more balance and control, and he trust into Saya that much more. Her voice was ragged at that point, but Orochimaru still grunted and panted with each shift in his hips. The sounds were a mixture of pleasure and strain, but they were equally music to Saya’s ears. And in the very back of her mind, she was pleased her body was creating so much pleasure for his own.

A brief smirk graced her lips at this thought before they parted as a heavy orgasm exploded inside of her. Her toes and fingers curled painfully through it, but wave after wave of pleasure pushed through her body. Saya knew Orochimaru could also feel how powerful it was as well, as he momentarily stopped his thrusting to feel her muscles contract harshly around him. Saya rose up on her toes and moaned deeply in the back of her throat as her outer muscles began to relax.

Orochimaru allowed her body to be still long enough to feel every spark of her climax, but he was nearing his own. As his thrusting resumed, his now cracking voice rang against Saya’s neck. He buried his face against it, raking his teeth against her skin as he longed to bite her. He could feel Saya tense at the action, but it didn’t stop him as he gently let his fangs indent her skin.

His grunts became ones of frustration now as his orgasm was nearing. And when it finally did come, his teeth sunk into her skin as an almost painful moan rang out from his throat. Saya gasped in panic, knowing full well what those fangs did to her.

However, despite the pain of the punctures, the only thing Saya felt was more pleasure. As the man delivered his last few thrusts, Saya let her hands fall, one of which reached behind her to cradle the man’s head. His name even managed to escape her lips as she sighed against his body.

His hands also finally dropped, where they slid around her body as he finished with a few lingering thrusts.

Orochimaru held her there, still buried inside of her and still in the grip of his fangs. His breathing was loud and hard against her skin. Saya still also held his head against her, tangling her fingers in his soaking wet hair. Her mind was absolutely swimming from what she had just experienced.

“Mom?”

It was muffled and just barely audible, but Saya’s ears picked up on it instantly. Her body stiffened, and so too did Orochimaru’s as they heard the call again.

“Get off,” Saya huffed as she tried to wiggle away from the man. He complied, swiftly pulling his teeth from her neck and letting her tired body go.

Saya hissed in pain and held a hand to her now bleeding neck, but she paid no further mind as she reached for her kimono on the floor. Without a glance back, she rushed from the room as Tetsuya could be heard calling for her once again.

It was difficult to rush down the stairs. It was difficult to even stand. Her body was exhausted and her orgasm left her legs shaking each time she put her foot down. But she managed, and made sure her wet hair properly covered the fresh wound on her neck.

“Mom!”

She smiled as she rounded the bottom of the stairs and faced the kitchen. Tetsuya was there waiting and rushed up to give her a hug, but Saya took him into her arms and stood instead.

“I missed you too,” she laughed as she kissed the top of his head. “Did you have fun?”

The little boy nodded, but Saya’s attention was instantly directed as Akira stepped out from the kitchen. Usually the sight of the man brought her nothing but happiness, but panic rose within Saya this time. He smiled at her, and she nervously returned one.

“I ran into Tetsuya while he was with Hitomi and Mitsuho at the festival and decided to bring him home myself. I had no idea you two were already back.” He stepped forward to embrace the two of them. Saya let him, and grinned warmly as he did so, but her face couldn’t hide her worry as he pulled away.

“What?” Akira almost laughed.

That feeling was in her stomach again, that uneasiness and uncertainty that had plagued her ever since she first come into contact with these two men.

Saya sighed silently as she let Tetsuya down. He paid little mind to the growing tension in the room as he went to sit at the kitchen table, laying out his spoils from his sleepover and recent trip to the festival.

“It may only be for a while,” she finally answered him.

Akira was about to question her once again, but that was when Orochimaru stepped down from around the staircase. The younger man’s face instantly fell, but as details of the two of them began to register, his face lifted and hardened.

They were both soaking wet and barely clothed, with a simple pair of pants covering Orochimaru’s lower half. Their faces were flush, breath ragged, and as Orochimaru approached Saya’s side, Akira noticed a look in his old master’s eyes he had never seen before.

He knew exactly what it was, though.
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