Orochimaru struggled to stay awake, clawing onto consciousness and turning to look at the man sprawled beside him; he stayed just long enough to take in the messy silvery hair, the mostly bare figure, that he was breathing- and then darkness and exhaustion took him.

When Orochimaru woke he barely had a moment to feel the spark of panic or look around before he found himself hauled bodily into a powerful kiss, and he arched his back, thighs splaying across his lover's lap as he returned it demandingly.

"Where are we?" Sakumo asked as he pulled away, slightly breathless and his lips turned up in a tiny hint at a smile Orochimaru had not seen for far too long.

Orochimaru cleared his throat and smoothed his hair with one hand, extending his senses as he should have the moment he arrived; his chakra felt . . . odd, here, but it responded as it should, at least. "Another world." he said, and glanced at Sakumo. "I . . . could not bring you back, but I could move us both . . . elsewhere. There is no returning." he said warily.

Sakumo reached up, tangling his fingers with Orochimaru's and stroking down a lock of his long hair. "I knew that when I made my choice, lovely," he glanced down at where there was no longer a wound, nor even a scar, across his belly, then back up, "I- It's all right. Thank you." he added, swallowing thickly. "For the . . . chance."

(This one really wiggled out of the three sentence fic idea. . . If I get any longer than this I'm likely to pull them and just turn them straight-up into one-shots. Which, some of these I may expand anyway. . .)