A/N: I love the Sannin so. much. This was inspired by Legendary Three flashbacks.
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"Okay," Jiraiya grinned as he dealt the cards, showing pointy little canines, "Tsunade, if you lose, you have to…" he feigned intense pondering, "give me a kiss!"
Across from him, Tsunade glared and stuck her tongue out at him. "Gross, you pervert! Never!"
He immediately bristled. "Who are you calling pervert, little miss flat chest?!"
Snarling, Tsunade almost leaped at him, but their anger was broken by a soft question. "What about me? What must I do, if I lose?"
Jiraiya gave a rare blush. "Sorry, Orochi, you're pretty, but, uh…"
Tsunade cackled. "Come on, you know you want to smooch this." She slung an arm around Orochimaru's shoulders and pulled him close, gesturing grandly at his face. He just gave an unsure smile, pinkening.
"Tch, whatever," Jiraiya shrugged, his thirteen year old body far too full of bravado for its own good. "Fine, I guess I'll do it." Tsunade was guaranteed to lose anyway; she had the worst luck. They all picked up their cards.
Five seconds later, Tsunade was on her back laughing at Jiraiya's dismayed expression, as he looked back and forth between her winning hand, and Orochimaru's absolutely horrible one.
"Oh, don't look like that, Jiraiya," Orochimaru said, and Tsunade laughed even harder. Orochimaru crawled across the space between them, silky kimono dragging and his black hair spilling over his shoulders. "I must accept my punishment, mustn't I?" there was a slight hiss to his voice. Their faces were quite close together.
"Uh," Jiraiya muttered, his ears burning, "yeah, I guess," and (deep breath, here goes) twisted his head quickly up to catch Orochimaru's mouth in an awkward, squishing kiss, eyes screwed shut. Jiraiya was never one to back down.
Tsunade snickered behind her hands, watching Orochimaru's dark eyes widen. "Come on!" she roared, "get into it, you guys! Let's see some tongue!"
That snapped Jiraiya out of it and he pulled away sheepishly, wiping his mouth and glaring. Orochimaru grinned back, bastard.
"There," Jiraiya made a show of scrubbing at his lips, "happy?"
"Very," Tsunade giggled. She wondered exactly who lost and who won.
Meanwhile Orochimaru was recollecting the cards and shuffling them with pale fingers. "Let's play again," he hissed.