Orochimaru´s Birthday, 27th October 2018 <3
Relationships: Orochimaru x reader (genderneutral)
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Orochimaru was quiet as you took a break twenty miles from the collapsed headquarters. It was hard to believe that Otogakure vanished as if swallowed by the earth, as if it had never existed in the first place. Years of planning, secretly pulling strings and brutal work were destroyed in seconds as the bomb blew off. You didn´t know why or how, but the two of you and a handful of subordinates had survived. Looking at the strained features of the snake-like Sannin, you were perhaps getting an idea.
Ignoring collateral damages and the fact that no process had been lost, the place where you had mainly lived for the last 5 years was gone. This way of thinking still held an alien feeling to it, yet with time you couldn´t help but to aim for the same goals as him.
Judging from Orochimaru´s distant look, it was hard to tell if he´d ever viewed Otogakure as a home. The heavy rain failed to mask the millions of worries going on inside the mastermind and the scale pattern on his yukata looked horrifyingly real in the dark, making you wonder why you chose the clothing as a gift. The snake was considered to be sly and deceptive, yet you knew that while Orochimaru could chose when to put on the mask, he couldn´t chose when to take it off. At least not with you.
Although his piercing golden eyes kept gazing into the distance, Orochimaru kept constantly scanning the setting, waiting for another attack even though both of you knew it wouldn´t come. Years of hiding and secret working had let even the most dangerous become paranoid. It wasn´t often that he let anyone touch him, not even you. On days where he felt impatient and frustrated, as if the seconds ran by in a threefold speed, his aura had something absolutely devastating. Even now, these days gave you nightmares about that he´d never turn back, that he´d end your life like he´d threatened to do a million times.
Even though it was heart-breaking to witness these small seconds where the mask broke, the times when he felt like he´d never achieve his dreams, when he could swear the ghost of his father had talked to him this morning, when he suddenly saw all the blood on his hands, you used them to hold him tightly as if the world ended, to show him that you were the one thing in his life that would never leave.
No, leaving was not option. Leaving had stopped being considered the second you looked into these golden eyes that shone full of malice and said “I´m yours”.
“You´re getting soaked.” With a worried expression you stepped next to him, trying to bury your own grief and sorrows now that your home had been taken and reached for his ice cold hand. From the corners of his eye, Orochimaru took you sharp into focus. His long, nimble fingers laced with yours and you had the long-time familiar urge to shudder at the thought of how many men had fell victim to them. Pitch-black pupils trapped in gold watched as if they could look behind your skin and examine your blood and tissue. And still, your heart swelled with each beat at the contact.
You must´ve really been affected by the loss of your home, what came to a surprise since you thought the death, horror and sorrow of the past years had completely sealed your sympathy because all of a sudden Orochimaru´s gaze softened and all of the snake´s shrewdness melted as he looked away, not wanting to witness your sadness and rather wanting to believe you were doing fine, just like him. Just like him.
Without thinking, the painfully fragile part that had been devastated today made you threw your arms around his shoulders, embracing his form and holding onto him in equal terms. Orochimaru was astonished for a second, his elegantly lavender framed eyes widening as he processed the action before his arms wrapped around you in the same fashion.
It was a rarity and you needed it so, so bad. His touch said more than he ever would. They were hard times, after all.
>> It I´m going to protect you. You won´t die and leave me. <<
Tonight, Orochimaru wasn´t untouchable. In the makeshift bed after all the lights were dimmed, he pressed his lips tightly to yours. Your body was tired and craving affection, finding comfort in the hot rocking of his hips as you were finally allowed to kiss and touch the flawless skin all you wanted. Just for tonight, the tips of your fingers explored the finest black silk as Orochimaru loved you, in more ways than initially intended.
Was his gentleness meant as an apology because he couldn´t protect your home, your safety? He saw you suffer, anger boiling up in his gut at the thought that he could´ve prevented it. Orochimaru´s lips found your neck, tenderly aiding to the sensitive skin. Suddenly they halted and you felt his warm breath fanning over your jaw. Was the hunt still not over? Would the snake decide to eat its pray after all those years? You were like frozen, breath hitching in your throat as you laid still in fear and awaiting the predator´s final move.
In the next second, sharp fangs pierced at your skin, yet were quickly replaced by a soothing tongue. It made you sob out in relief and the tears were flowing freely down your cheeks as your rapidly beating heart tried to calm itself.
Orochimaru held you tightly in his arms for the rest of the night. When was the last time he´d allowed himself to be so close to you? He didn´t push you away as you were pressing kisses against his lips while he drifted off to sleep. This way they would prevent him from spilling the secret he long since held onto.
Holding you in his arms meant that you would be there when he woke up. There were so many threats even a genius wasn´t immune to. Either he´d wake up with you in his arms or none of you would ever open their eyes again.
Orochimaru would never under no circumstances admit that these were the only two options he´d chose.
