Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.. Naruto and characters belong to Kishimoto-
sama.
Author's note: Before you can totally flame me for not keeping to the storyline, please, keep in mind, that this pairing was thought up during a cosplay session that went awry when 2 friends and I dressed up as Naruto characters who weren't relevant with each other.. when I get the pictures uploaded.. I will put a link to it. But story goes as this. I was dressed as Orochimaru, a friend as Haku, and another as Hayate. "Haku" was our camera person, and my friend who was dressed as Hayate at the time, suddenly ordered me (still dressed as Orochi) to make instant noodles over the stove.. thus.. gave birth to some weird House-wife! Orochimaru and Homework doing! Hayate... and my mind gave birth to this pairing.. though, I must say that Orochi is the seme and Hayate is the uke in this pairing.
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Hayate peered about in the dim moonlight. He could have sworn he that he heard two voices, one that was vaguely familiar, and another, but the latter did not come to his mind as anyone he really knew.
The two voices barely became louder as he inched closer, along the wall; around the corner, the conversation originated on the balcony of the apartment that he was currently precariously clinging to. Reaching a hand behind him, he touched the well-worn handle of his katana, making sure that it was still there before he decided to jump in and take any action.
"Now, what's a creature like you doing in a place like this?" A low, silky, seemingly masculine voice cut through the silence surrounding Hayate. The question was so softly asked, and so up close that the Jounin couldn't help but flinch as he suddenly turned his attention to another person perched on the edge beside him.
"Who are you?" Hayate's hand traveled up to the hilt of his sword in reflex as his eyes narrowed with suspicion. The person standing beside him looked familiar, but he mentally slapped himself for not noticing the other's presence before being snuck up on.
"You know who I am." The shadowed figure seemed to notice what Hayate was doing previous to being shocked by his presence. "Sadly, voyeurism doesn't suit me much, follow me to somewhere. We can talk more there without fear of being overheard."
"Fine. Where do we go? I will follow you." Hayate's eyes narrowed again as he gritted his teeth. He definitely wasn't going to choose a spot and have the other follow him; turning his back would be too dangerous. A pregnant pause followed his question, as the other seemed to be in thought.
"So trusting." The voice broke the silence again, dripping with sarcasm. "Follow me then." Shadows moved as the body housing the silky masculine voice leapt off the wall and over rooftops silently, not even looking back to see if the dark eyed Jounin followed.
Hayate turned towards the soft conversation that still went on around that jagged cement corner one last time, and leapt off the wall, following the other silent mysterious ninja's path over the rooftops towards his destination, mild curiosity prickling at the back of his mind.
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A few leaps and a bound found the Jounin at the large platform in front of the Hokage monument, where sometimes classes for young students took place, as well as other daily things. But in the night, under the streaming moonlight, all was still, and the large platform was left abandoned and lonely, bathed in the cold silver moonlight. The sun would not yet be peaking over the monument for another few hours.
Hayate stood up a stopping crouch and straightened out, eyes scanning the area for the familiar man. From under the shadow of the large gate-like structure, movement caught his eye as the man in question stepped out of the shadow, the moonlight gently dancing off their finely chiseled features, making the pale flesh and gently glowing eyes appear ethereal.
"Remember who I am?" It was that voice again, the silkiness in that voice was mind-blowing as Hayate shuffled through familiar faces and corresponding voices in his mind, trying to find a match.
"Not specifically. Can't give me a clue?" Hayate crossed his arms defensively, trying to look somewhat calm, somewhat composed. He visibly flinched as a delicate alabaster hand lifted his chin to look into the eyes of the man who suddenly stepped closer, invading his personal space without a care.
"Look into my eyes. Tell me what you see. Where have you seen me before? I met you recently, dark one. You will recognize me." Hayate glared into the softly glowing eyes, the yellow softly offsetting the black eyeliner, and gentle purple wash of eye shadow. Dark eyes trailed over the pale face, thin lips, neatly tied hair, and then the forehead protector, bearing the symbol of the hidden village of music. His eyes widened in surprise as recognition hit him full force. "Recognize me? I knew you would eventually."
"..O-Orochimaru." Hayate stepped back involuntarily, flinching away from the gentle touch, half surprised, half horrified beyond all reason. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm merely here to see that the ninjas of my village are doing well in your care, lovely Jounin." Orochimaru stepped forward and reached for Hayate's face.
"You. You know that you're wanted right? You're an S-class criminal-" Hayate stopped his accusation as the other ninja's hand came in contact with his face, in the most gentle of caresses.
"I'm also here.. For you." Orochimaru's already silky voice became smoother, huskier.
"What do you want from me?" Hayate narrowed his eyes in a scrutinizing glare. His hand twitched towards the katana strapped to his back, but Orochimaru seemed to notice the movement and captured the offending hand around the wrist.
"I want, you. All of you, your body, your spirit, soul, obedience, anything else you can and would offer me as a dutiful lover would." Orochimaru whispered each desire inching closer until he whispered the part of 'lover' into the dark haired Jounin's ear.
Hayate flinched away from him again, but couldn't move very fast, due to the firm grasp of a elegant hand on his wrist, and another on his cheek. His eyes strayed to the handle of his sword as he moved his free hand in an attempt to grab it and slice the man harassing him in half. Orochimaru smirked as his own hand moved from Hayate's cheek and grabbed the sword before Hayate could even hope to grip the handle. With a heave, he unstrapped the katana in its sheath and tossed it aside, the dark sheath glinting brightly in the moonlight as it hit the ground with a dull wooden- metallic clang.
"Fuck off you bastard." The dark eyed Jounin hissed through clenched teeth as Orochimaru's now free hand captured what was his free hand.
"Interesting choice of words, though, I'd be more glad to fuck you than fuck off." That cursed voice took on a seductive air. 'I'll make you beg, you pretty thing. I promise by the end of tonight, you'll be begging for me, for my body, for what I can offer.' Orochimaru chuckled at his thoughts of conquest.
Hayate couldn't even yelp in surprise or pain as his feet were suddenly taken out from under him, and he was forced under the other man's body, arms pinned up over his head by the wrists as Orochimaru straddled his abdomen with a grin that could have easily rivaled one of the Cheshire cat's infamous smiles. He growled as the man sitting on top of him smiled disturbingly at him, writhing his body, he found that he couldn't budge Orochimaru's grip on his hands, or the weight on his midsection. He couldn't budge, period.
"Fuck you." Hayate gave his best glare and added a growl to fuel the glare. Alarmed that so thin a man could hold him down, clearly, the man was capable of much more, the mere thought alarmed him more.
"Gladly." Orochimaru purred and gazed lovingly at the struggling man under him. "I wouldn't mind, seeing as it's a duty to my lover." Suggestively growling out the word "lover".
Hayate could only close his eyes in loss as he slowly stopped struggling. His breath hitched in his chest as gentle kisses started from his collarbone, covered by the heavy material of the Jounin uniforms, over his uncovered jaw to his lips. He gritted his teeth and pressed his lips tightly together, as feather light kisses rained down on his mouth.
"Let me seduce you, lovely. Let me love you," Orochimaru's eyes flashed with greed as he gazed at the prone moon dappled man below him, slowly succumbing to his teasing, and seduction. "Let me own you, let me taste you, let me make you mine, Hayate-chan, mine. All mine."
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Heeey.. I think there may be chance that there will be another chapter! What did you think of MY unusual pairing? I'd like reviews, reviews are nice, VERY nice! Flames.. Bah, they're of no use to me, hopefully you would have read my warnings already, so flaming me would just show that you're a hopeless retard who ignores warnings lovingly given by the hardworking authors.
Author's note: Before you can totally flame me for not keeping to the storyline, please, keep in mind, that this pairing was thought up during a cosplay session that went awry when 2 friends and I dressed up as Naruto characters who weren't relevant with each other.. when I get the pictures uploaded.. I will put a link to it. But story goes as this. I was dressed as Orochimaru, a friend as Haku, and another as Hayate. "Haku" was our camera person, and my friend who was dressed as Hayate at the time, suddenly ordered me (still dressed as Orochi) to make instant noodles over the stove.. thus.. gave birth to some weird House-wife! Orochimaru and Homework doing! Hayate... and my mind gave birth to this pairing.. though, I must say that Orochi is the seme and Hayate is the uke in this pairing.
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Hayate peered about in the dim moonlight. He could have sworn he that he heard two voices, one that was vaguely familiar, and another, but the latter did not come to his mind as anyone he really knew.
The two voices barely became louder as he inched closer, along the wall; around the corner, the conversation originated on the balcony of the apartment that he was currently precariously clinging to. Reaching a hand behind him, he touched the well-worn handle of his katana, making sure that it was still there before he decided to jump in and take any action.
"Now, what's a creature like you doing in a place like this?" A low, silky, seemingly masculine voice cut through the silence surrounding Hayate. The question was so softly asked, and so up close that the Jounin couldn't help but flinch as he suddenly turned his attention to another person perched on the edge beside him.
"Who are you?" Hayate's hand traveled up to the hilt of his sword in reflex as his eyes narrowed with suspicion. The person standing beside him looked familiar, but he mentally slapped himself for not noticing the other's presence before being snuck up on.
"You know who I am." The shadowed figure seemed to notice what Hayate was doing previous to being shocked by his presence. "Sadly, voyeurism doesn't suit me much, follow me to somewhere. We can talk more there without fear of being overheard."
"Fine. Where do we go? I will follow you." Hayate's eyes narrowed again as he gritted his teeth. He definitely wasn't going to choose a spot and have the other follow him; turning his back would be too dangerous. A pregnant pause followed his question, as the other seemed to be in thought.
"So trusting." The voice broke the silence again, dripping with sarcasm. "Follow me then." Shadows moved as the body housing the silky masculine voice leapt off the wall and over rooftops silently, not even looking back to see if the dark eyed Jounin followed.
Hayate turned towards the soft conversation that still went on around that jagged cement corner one last time, and leapt off the wall, following the other silent mysterious ninja's path over the rooftops towards his destination, mild curiosity prickling at the back of his mind.
~*~
A few leaps and a bound found the Jounin at the large platform in front of the Hokage monument, where sometimes classes for young students took place, as well as other daily things. But in the night, under the streaming moonlight, all was still, and the large platform was left abandoned and lonely, bathed in the cold silver moonlight. The sun would not yet be peaking over the monument for another few hours.
Hayate stood up a stopping crouch and straightened out, eyes scanning the area for the familiar man. From under the shadow of the large gate-like structure, movement caught his eye as the man in question stepped out of the shadow, the moonlight gently dancing off their finely chiseled features, making the pale flesh and gently glowing eyes appear ethereal.
"Remember who I am?" It was that voice again, the silkiness in that voice was mind-blowing as Hayate shuffled through familiar faces and corresponding voices in his mind, trying to find a match.
"Not specifically. Can't give me a clue?" Hayate crossed his arms defensively, trying to look somewhat calm, somewhat composed. He visibly flinched as a delicate alabaster hand lifted his chin to look into the eyes of the man who suddenly stepped closer, invading his personal space without a care.
"Look into my eyes. Tell me what you see. Where have you seen me before? I met you recently, dark one. You will recognize me." Hayate glared into the softly glowing eyes, the yellow softly offsetting the black eyeliner, and gentle purple wash of eye shadow. Dark eyes trailed over the pale face, thin lips, neatly tied hair, and then the forehead protector, bearing the symbol of the hidden village of music. His eyes widened in surprise as recognition hit him full force. "Recognize me? I knew you would eventually."
"..O-Orochimaru." Hayate stepped back involuntarily, flinching away from the gentle touch, half surprised, half horrified beyond all reason. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm merely here to see that the ninjas of my village are doing well in your care, lovely Jounin." Orochimaru stepped forward and reached for Hayate's face.
"You. You know that you're wanted right? You're an S-class criminal-" Hayate stopped his accusation as the other ninja's hand came in contact with his face, in the most gentle of caresses.
"I'm also here.. For you." Orochimaru's already silky voice became smoother, huskier.
"What do you want from me?" Hayate narrowed his eyes in a scrutinizing glare. His hand twitched towards the katana strapped to his back, but Orochimaru seemed to notice the movement and captured the offending hand around the wrist.
"I want, you. All of you, your body, your spirit, soul, obedience, anything else you can and would offer me as a dutiful lover would." Orochimaru whispered each desire inching closer until he whispered the part of 'lover' into the dark haired Jounin's ear.
Hayate flinched away from him again, but couldn't move very fast, due to the firm grasp of a elegant hand on his wrist, and another on his cheek. His eyes strayed to the handle of his sword as he moved his free hand in an attempt to grab it and slice the man harassing him in half. Orochimaru smirked as his own hand moved from Hayate's cheek and grabbed the sword before Hayate could even hope to grip the handle. With a heave, he unstrapped the katana in its sheath and tossed it aside, the dark sheath glinting brightly in the moonlight as it hit the ground with a dull wooden- metallic clang.
"Fuck off you bastard." The dark eyed Jounin hissed through clenched teeth as Orochimaru's now free hand captured what was his free hand.
"Interesting choice of words, though, I'd be more glad to fuck you than fuck off." That cursed voice took on a seductive air. 'I'll make you beg, you pretty thing. I promise by the end of tonight, you'll be begging for me, for my body, for what I can offer.' Orochimaru chuckled at his thoughts of conquest.
Hayate couldn't even yelp in surprise or pain as his feet were suddenly taken out from under him, and he was forced under the other man's body, arms pinned up over his head by the wrists as Orochimaru straddled his abdomen with a grin that could have easily rivaled one of the Cheshire cat's infamous smiles. He growled as the man sitting on top of him smiled disturbingly at him, writhing his body, he found that he couldn't budge Orochimaru's grip on his hands, or the weight on his midsection. He couldn't budge, period.
"Fuck you." Hayate gave his best glare and added a growl to fuel the glare. Alarmed that so thin a man could hold him down, clearly, the man was capable of much more, the mere thought alarmed him more.
"Gladly." Orochimaru purred and gazed lovingly at the struggling man under him. "I wouldn't mind, seeing as it's a duty to my lover." Suggestively growling out the word "lover".
Hayate could only close his eyes in loss as he slowly stopped struggling. His breath hitched in his chest as gentle kisses started from his collarbone, covered by the heavy material of the Jounin uniforms, over his uncovered jaw to his lips. He gritted his teeth and pressed his lips tightly together, as feather light kisses rained down on his mouth.
"Let me seduce you, lovely. Let me love you," Orochimaru's eyes flashed with greed as he gazed at the prone moon dappled man below him, slowly succumbing to his teasing, and seduction. "Let me own you, let me taste you, let me make you mine, Hayate-chan, mine. All mine."
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Heeey.. I think there may be chance that there will be another chapter! What did you think of MY unusual pairing? I'd like reviews, reviews are nice, VERY nice! Flames.. Bah, they're of no use to me, hopefully you would have read my warnings already, so flaming me would just show that you're a hopeless retard who ignores warnings lovingly given by the hardworking authors.