[Comprehensive] If we have another possibility

Orochimaru is a person who is extremely obsessed with ninjutsu.

Sitting at the table, Fei Shi casually looked around the simple and deserted apartment he was in, and slowly pieced together the image of the owner from his memory and books.

According to historical records, Orochimaru's family was ruined when he was six years old. Since then, his temperament has been cold and withdrawn, and he has been alone all year round. That is, after he became a disciple of Sarutobi Hiruzen, this situation improved.

But generally speaking, the voices around him are either Jiraiya's unconvinced quarrel all day long, or Jiraiya's stupidity, Tsunade's violence against Jiraiya, and Sarutobi Hiruza trying to persuade him to fight.The conversations that he really participated in are still very few.

He is a deep-minded man, ambitious and self-centered, so it is difficult for others to understand him.

He was once predicted "immortality" by the white snake, and he seemed to have a particularly deep understanding of the fragility of life. During this period, he had already faintly shown his enthusiasm for immortal life.

Yes, mania.

Fei Shi stood up expressionlessly and walked to the bookshelf, as if he didn't notice the overly eager eyes of the person next to him.

When he was a child, Orochimaru showed great interest in his physique, and now that he got to know him again, the eyes he looked at him became more fiery.

Of course, such gazes are no strangers to Fei Shi.

——From the moment we met, Orochimaru did not hide his [desire] for him.

"...As expected of a ninja of that era, I thought I would never see many ninjutsu again."

It was evening, and Orochimaru, who had been dragging Fei Shi's miscellaneous questions for a day, put away the scroll contentedly and unsatisfied, and turned to look at the person who was browsing his bookshelf.

The appearance of the young man with cherry hair is very young, he looks a few years younger than him, but his body has a sense of wind and frost created by the times, his eyebrows are exquisite, and what is settled in his bones is the tranquility that has traveled through history.

Noticing Orochimaru's sizing up, he looked at him in a blink of an eye, his skin was fair and flawless, and the street lamps lit outside the house were reflected in the clear blue pupils, blooming beautiful golden fireworks.

Orochimaru suddenly became speechless.

Seeing that he looked at him with a blank expression and didn't speak, Fei Shi turned his head again and accidentally found a large dark brown tome.

It was a pre-Warring States miscellaneous matter, and it is very interesting to read it as an unofficial history. Fei Shi also had a copy in the past, and brought it with him the winter when he moved from the Uchiha tribe to Konoha.

"Do you have this book too?" He said, reaching for it.

Orochimaru came back from the trance, seemed tense for a moment, stepped forward to stop him: "Wait, that book is—"

Before the words fell, Fei Shi had already opened.

The air was silent for a while.

The young man with cherry hair looked at the familiar signature on the title page—the signature with both first and last names. He paused for a while, and then said slowly, "This is... mine?"

Orochimaru's expression was a little unnatural.

He saw that beautiful man looking up at him, his green eyes were clean and plain, like emeralds, and like a quiet lake in spring, his heart rate suddenly became a little abnormal.

Fei Shi lowered his head again, casually flipped through the book, and found the handwriting he had left back then.

This handwriting includes his gains and doubts, as well as... Combined with the records in the book, he made explanations for what happened in later generations.

This book is so old, it helped him figure out some things that posterity (such as him) could not prove, and made him suddenly enlightened, so he wrote it down casually, but he didn't expect...

Tobima should have discovered this, so he protected the book as a personal item and did not donate it directly.

But in this way, Orochimaru's background on him...

Fei Shi stopped his movements, and after a while he said without emotion: "My things are all in Toboma, and as the Second Hokage, all undonated documents should be strictly protected. .”

The hidden meaning of this sentence is very clear.

Orochimaru shifted his gaze, his whole body was stiff and speechless.

Fei Shi closed the book, walked up to him step by step, and said flatly, "Why did you take my book?"

He paused, and said in a slightly cold tone, "Because you found something inside?"

Orochimaru tightened his fingers.

He raised his eyes to Fei Shi with tight breathing, his long golden pupils seemed to be slightly dilated.

Things have developed to this point, there is no need to continue to pretend.

Thinking like this, he stared at Fei Shi's cold and beautiful face for a long time, his eyes gradually radiating crazy infatuation.

"...That was actually a surprise. My original intention was to possess a little of yours. The other documents are too important, and they will be discovered if they are taken away. Therefore, I have to say...the world is impermanent, my lord from the future. "

He spoke slowly, and slowly stretched out his hand to grab Fei Shi's finger holding the spine of the book, and kissed it almost devoutly.

"Judging from the reaction when we first met, you must have known me already, right?"

Fei Shi was silent and did not speak, this tacit attitude and his behavior of not rejecting him caused Orochimaru to raise the corners of his lips, and his pale face was stained with a blush.

"...Then how did you know me?" Fei Shi let him take away his book and tentatively held his hand, his tone calm, "How can you confirm that I am the [Uchiha Fei Shi] , and why are you so attached to a stranger?"

Orochimaru smiled softly.

"...Because of a painting."

Fei Shi looked at him indifferently, without even shifting his eyes, as cold as a delicate doll: "A painting?"

"Yes, a painting that is not half as good as yours, but is enough to take your breath away."

Orochimaru said the artist's existence without any hesitation, and Feishi lowered his eyes slightly when he heard what he said about the importance Nidaime Hokage attached to the painting.

As if inspired by his cold and non-objectioning attitude, Orochimaru's pale lips curled up slightly, and he slowly leaned over to embrace him.

He was warm and cool, very comfortable, a little reserved, and very cautiously leaned his chin on Fei Shi's shoulder, his eyelashes were fine and slightly curled.

"It is true that I have never met you before, but with the permission of Sarutobi-sensei, I entered the reference room of Master Nidaimu and found traces of your existence from clues... Master Nidaimu is really cautious, but unfortunately, he died too suddenly There are many traces that have not been destroyed in time."

When Orochimaru said this, he looked up at Fei Shi unintentionally, but suddenly bumped into a bottomless green.

He blinked, and said with a meaningful chuckle: "It seems that the legend is true. Are you really a partner with Master Nidaimu?"

It was clearly a declarative sentence, but he insisted on speaking it in the tone of an interrogative sentence.

Fei Shi was silent, shaking his head slowly.

"No."

The smile on Orochimaru's lips deepened immediately.

He looked at Fei Shi without blinking his eyes, and murmured his confession:

"If it were true, I wouldn't be surprised at all. Your beauty is intoxicating, your intelligence is admirable, and your ability to travel through the most merciless time... how incredible and admirable it is strength."

Orochimaru's voice lowered little by little, revealing some hoarse, lustful longing: "I have admired you since a long time ago..."

"..."

Fei Shi listened without saying a word, his eyes became a little deep when Orochimaru mentioned the death of Tobima in a sarcasm, and then became calm again, and he was not noticed by the crazy man.

He held Dashewan without any resistance, the man was a little shorter than him, and he could get his eyes into his eyes just by tilting his head.

At this moment, those eyes were looking at him eagerly. There was purple eye shadow outside the golden eyes, which was delicately applied on the pale skin, giving it a coquettish beauty.

Fei Shi's lips moved: "Adore me?"

He looked closely at Orochimaru's eyes, with a cold look on his face: "But your look clearly tells me that at this moment you are a snake coveting its prey, and once you find a chance, you will devour him."

A sharp sense of oppression permeated out.

Orochimaru's eyes widened a little, but he didn't feel the slightest nervousness of being punctured. Instead, his cheeks flushed with excitement, and even his fingers trembled slightly.

"But who stipulates that coveting and admiration cannot exist at the same time?"

He smiled mysteriously, his pale and slender hands passed through Fei Shi's thin waist, and twisted and clasped behind his back, watching Fei Shi's eyes gradually filled with fanaticism.

"You have never been to the Warring States, and from the Warring States to the present, your appearance has not changed at all for such a long time-don't use Baihao's technique to perfuse me, I know this face is your true appearance!"

The visibly agitated person even sped up his speech, his arms hugged Fei Shi unconsciously, his face was very close to him, his rapid and unsteady breathing hit his face straight, and he couldn't wait to ask a question Then one.

"Is this your special ability to write sharing eyes? Do all Uchihas have this magical power? Is your life eternal? You can control time and transcend life and death, is that so? Please tell me all without reservation. me!"

There was silence in the empty room.

Fei Shi stared at Orochimaru indifferently, no matter how excited or even crazy he was, there was not the slightest fluctuation in his eyes, as if he was looking at a dead person indifferently.

"I thought you were smart enough to know what to ask and what not to ask, Orochimaru."

A slightly cold voice rang in his ears.

Orochimaru's smile froze, and a gleam of clarity appeared in his overheated mind.

Only then did he realize belatedly that the sky had completely darkened when he was immersed in emotions. The lights in his apartment were not turned on, and most of Fei Shi's face was hidden in the darkness, with a small side exposed. His face glowed with a cold white light, like a small piece of complete snow.

His pair of green pupils looked down at him from above, without any emotion that a human being should have, only as cold as ice.

Orochimaru's pupils shrank, a chill suddenly shot up on his tailbone, and his intuition for danger embedded in his bones clamored, which made him realize the identity of the person in front of him at once, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

He smiled embarrassingly, and slowly let go of him: "This...naturally..."

Fei Shi glanced at him expressionlessly, that gaze made Orochimaru feel a chill in his heart, and temporarily withdrew the last trace of calculating thoughts.

It seems that he is facing the legendary Uchiha Madara... No, the person in front of him is at the same level as Uchiha Madara.

His Adam's apple slid up and down, and the muscles all over his body tensed up, but the light in his eyes shone brighter and brighter.

Orochimaru is quite a rebellious person, with stubborn and rebellious elements in his character, he will not change himself easily, nor will he give up easily.

There are many ways to get it... Of course, it doesn't just include scientific research.

Thinking of this, Orochimaru felt that the rebellious and hateful self appeared in his heart, and his smile became mysterious.

He suddenly grabbed Fei Shi's sleeve who was about to pull away, looked up at him, the corners of his lips curled up with an ambiguous and intimidating temptation.

"Fei Shijun." He changed his address again, approached Fei Shi's ear tentatively, and breathed softly, "You didn't object to me just now, so... can I think that I can continue to do the same thing as before? what about?"

Fei Shi tilted his head imperceptibly, and finally made a move, but raised his hand to clasp his chin, lifting his face up.

The distance is close, the breathing intersects, Dashemaru stares at the deep eyes that are close at hand, an abnormal blush appears on the pale face, and deep obsession is revealed in the eyes.

Fei Shi slowly let go of him as if confirming something from his longing eyes.

It was like silent acquiescence, Dashemaru chuckled with bright eyes, held his face, stepped forward and kissed him.

One of the famous Sannin obviously had no relevant experience, so the kiss was a little green.Fei Shi lowered his eyes, stroked his long black hair with snow-white hands, and embraced his thin body and the back of his head in a gesture of hugging, slowly taking over the dominance.

The black-haired young man in his arms has a mature and dangerous mind, but his body is still slender and young. He looks unexpectedly lonely and lonely. His lips are soft and cool, with a comfortable temperature.

Orochimaru gradually suffocated under Feishi's kiss.He was let go in a timely manner, but his arms were wrapped around Fei Shi's neck and he refused to let go, looking up at him with moist eyes.

The young man under the moonlight was handsome and pale. He was covered tightly by the dark ninja uniform, but a small part of his very thin collarbone was exposed at the neckline. His thin lips were red and glistening, making him look a bit seductive.

"I can't wait..."

He stretched out the tip of his tongue, licked his lower lip with unsatisfied desire, leaned closer to Fei Shi again, kissed the corner of his lips obsessively, and smiled softly with red earlobes.

Fei Shi paused, then lowered his head and kissed him again.

The author has something to say: How does this Orochiwan taste?

To be honest, I think something like a snake body... I didn't say anything because of the unexpected sensation.