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“I want to love you selfishly, like an avaricious man I am.”
Cold, pale hands smooth over tanned skin adoringly.
“You know, I always get what I want. And naturally, the only thing I could not have is the thing I covet the most”. Golden eyes lit up in the dim room, in contrast to soulless charcoal’s in front of him.
The white-haired man stands up, and static movements accompany the body, like a machine operating using a math formula.
“Shall we dance?” the pale hand reached out, a smile plastered on the man’s face.
And they dance, in a slowed yet synchronized rhythm. The smaller man clutched tightly on the taller, their feet trampling on the freezing floor of the lab, crumbling papers underneath, shattered glasses and vials little here and there.
Black hair leaning into broad, toned chest. He could hear the thundering pulse inside, still it devoid of any emotion, unlike the passionate, hot-headed Jiraiya used to be.
Orochimaru smiles, sweet yet bitterly, finally, they have something in common now.