A/N: I realized there's no KisaXOro!!!!!!! So I had to write one. yay! i feel special! I'm the first one to do this! Yay! i'm first! Anyways, yeah. Enjoy it. I'm finding pairings no one's done yet, and being the first to write them. My idea? Kudos to the person who first started KisaXTema.
Disclaimer: Does it look like I own Naruto to you? If it does, then you belong in a mental institution, or the funny farm. (Where life is beautiful, basket weavers sit and smile and twiddle their toes and thumbs...)
The tall, muscular blue sharkman slowly approached the shorter snake-like man, his intense presence clashing oddly with the other man's persona radiating around the room. Orochimaru stayed stock-still, however, Kisame moved closer and closer. This, he planned, would be their last encounter. Reaching for samahada, he planned to strike out, and end this wretched reptile's life. He hated Orochimaru, with every shred of muscle, every molecular part of his brain, every drop of blood pumping violently through his adrenalic veins. Yes, this would be the last time. Still reaching around on his back for his long sword, he realized it wasn't there. Shooting a quick glance over his shoulder, he came to the realization; It wasn't there. Looking forward again, he caught the gaze of the ever-hated Orochimaru.
"Hoshigaki Kisame, I have business with you. Rather unfinished, I might add." The silken-smoothe tones sent shivvers Kisame didn't recognize through his body. He soon gained control.
"Don't talk to me with that tone, Orochimaru," he demanded, but he couldn't help feel slightly disappointed at his words. He somehow enjoyed that jolt of adrenaline that voice gave him. He couldn't define the odd pumping, driving force that seemed to magnitize him to the man he intended to kill. Suddenly, it seemed much harder to think. Just where had samahada gone? He really didn't know why, but he didn't feel the need for it anymore. He felt like he didn't want to murder the snake man anymore. He mentally kicked himself. What was wrong with him? Couldn't he resist the man purring silkenly before him? He dreaded the answer, but it came, to his dismay. No, he couldn't. Reaching out a battle-scarred hand, he slowly dragged his fingers through the loose, shiny black strands of hair.
"Actually, I take back my request. Please do speak to me like that. All the time. Follow me with it."
Orochimaru's lips curled into a sort of serpentine smirk. "It's understandable how you would want me to continue. Your physical excitement is very visible, Hoshigaki Kisame."
Kisame's cheeks turned a shade of embarrassment. "Oh..." was his only response. Before he could say any more, thin but powerful arms wrapped about his waist, and he dropped his hand from the sanin's hair. He was hugging him.
Kisame froze in place, unsure of what to do. The question of samahada's whereabouts completely fled his mind, as did all other thoughts. How could he feel like this? Towards another man, much less that other man being the man he intended to brutally murder? Orochimaru?
Yet even that soon slid from his conciousness's grasp. And it wasn't because of the exhaustion throwing him to the ground, nor was it body slam he'd just recieved before being pressed to the ground by a serpentine man. It was because, he'd truly never felt lust in his life. He didn't know how to control his actions anymore.
A/N: So there you go. A little fluffy. I'm scared of hard-core stuff, so I'm gonna avoid that. Use your imaginations. I know you all got that inner yaoi-loving streak. come on, you know you do. and you know this is cute. You know it is. Review please!
And I think I'll do another chapter soon.