Mantinas: I know I should be working on other things, but this has been in my folder for a while. This was supposed to be a realistic look at a Necrophile, but in the end, I am sorry. Also, I got the name from Crispin Glover's character from Alice in Wonderland. But mostly the ever creepy Crispin Glover(even though, as far as I know, he isn't). But I digress.
Also, if you see lines that are like (this) those are lines that, when I wrote them, I had crossed out because Kabuto is lying to himself. I AM SUPER PISSED OFF FF.N! And if you yell at me for this, then you can all wave goodbye for this will be the last straw!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Nothing I say! NOTHING!
Minor lemon.
()I am eccentric, not messed up-Me()
Happiness. It eluded him like Alice's White Rabbit. He felt that life was simply just following orders and nothing more. Yet here it was, in his grasp, cold and pale, lying next to him. The purple sheets twisted about his body, exposing enough flesh for his eyes to feast on as his mind replayed last night where his hands caressed and mapped out the soft terrain, his cock plundering the cold cavern.
He never wanted this to end. But the sun will always rise to separate them again until the moon's dead light would bring them together again like a magnet. He let the man lay in his bed, blonde, spikey locks splayed around the pillow like rays of the sun in a child's drawing. Hair he caressed before heading into the bathroom to shower and get ready for work.
A part of him counted down the hours until they would part ways for good.
"Goodbye Naruto." He said to the lump on the bed, kissing the tan forehead.
He went to work. It was a slow day and he found no one attractive enough to take home, but there was one who had gotten him slightly hard as he slid his gloved hands across his cold flesh. With a sigh, he drove home.
He opened the door, took his coat off and hung it on a hook and placed his keys next to it, locked his door, and went upstairs. Naruto was laying on the bed where he left him. Kabuto smiled as he laid next to him.
(Tonight was their last night.)
He disrobed, grabbed a bottle of lube from off the bedside table, and then kissed him on the mouth then his neck. He trailed down to his chest. He got on his knees and positioned himself by the blonde's hip. He lifted his leg, got into position, and lifted the other. He placed them on his shoulders. He coated his cock in the lube and dropped it on the bed out of their way.
He plunged his cock inside the teen's cold cavern and moaned. Although relatively loose, it was still pleasurable. He began to back up then whipped back in. Kabuto grunted and moaned like an animal as he had his way with Naruto. With a loud groan he came inside Naruto.
Kabuto laid down on the cold body panting. He tried to hold back the tears. No matter how many times he had done this, it never got easier. But no matter how hard he tried, they fell, landing on Naruto leaving tiny pools on his tan skin.
The next day Kabuto left for work with Naruto wrapped up in his trunk to dispose of afterhours when he stayed late. Though the only question was how. But the answer came to him around four in the afternoon. A man in his late thirties came in on a stretcher, his flesh was really pale and his hair was long, silky and black and when he lifted his eyelids Kabuto saw that his eyes were a beautiful gold.
Kabuto read the chart. Orochimaru. And he was due for cremation. It was perfect. The man was perfect. This would be the best one yet. Maybe he would finally obtain happiness.
(Deep down he knew that that was a lie.)