The Prince and the Serpent

The Blizzard

The day started out beautiful. Boruto awoke to a crystal clear and deep blue sky with a warm cheerful sun. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so happy. He was sore from yesterday's hike and other "activities" with Mitsuki but it was a good sore. Said basilisk was still sleeping, curled contentedly in their blankets with his arms wrapped firmly around Boruto's body and his face buried in his chest. Boruto lazily stretched his body along side that of his new lover and smiled to himself.

The chill morning air felt refreshing on his face, balancing the feel of the almost over warm bed. For a while, he simply enjoyed the morning and the peace in Mitsuki's arms.

"Well, good morning, sunshine! It's about time you woke up! I was beginning to think you were going to sleep all day." Sarada's mockingly over-cheerful voice pierced the thin morning air and made Boruto jump. His sudden movement disturbed Mitsuki, who stirred with a groan. Boruto looked up to see that she was standing over them. He gave her his best glare but she just smirked down at them and he knew she was just getting started. "I have lots of water for you two. I figured you'd be really dehydrated after last night." She said sweetly with a wink.

Boruto could feel the burn of his blush reaching from his collar bones to the roots of his hair. Mitsuki rubbed his gleaming golden eyes and gave Sarada a puzzled look. She laughed long and loud in response then walked back to the fire to finish preparing breakfast. Boruto glared daggers into her back and Mitsuki turned his puzzled expression to him instead.

"Why would we be dehydrated?" Mitsuki asked innocently. The purity of his question only made Sarada's comment all the more humiliating and made his cheeks redden further.

"Never mind, it's nothing." Boruto muttered as he rubbed his face. Admitting defeat, he climbed out of the blankets into the chilly morning air. He shivered as he pulled on his cold shirt then made his way over to the fire. Sarada had a dangerous smile on her face, warning him that she was far from finished but the pull of the fire's warmth was too much for him to resist. As promised, she passed him a cup of water the second he sat down.

"Drink up!" She said brightly, "We have a long way to go and you're going to need your strength." He glared at her again but wisely decided against speaking. No good would come of that while she's in this mood. He had taken a couple of sips and was eyeing the meat sizzling over the fire when Mitsuki joined them. "Good morning!" Sarada greeted him just as brightly as he settled next to Boruto. She passed him a cup of water and gave him an almost predatory smile.

Curious, Boruto turned to look at Mitsuki too. He was wondering what on earth she could be looking at when he saw them too; A trail of red marks on Mitsuki's neck from collar bone to jawline.

"So, Mitsuki. How was he?" Sarada asked as if she were inquiring as to how he had slept. Boruto exploded to his feet, little more than a beet-red and sputtering mess.

"Sarada!! What the FUCK?!!" He shouted coherently after at least three tries. He was standing over her as he shouted but she looked completely unconcerned.

"What?" She asked with faux innocence and pretend hurt but she stood, literally rising to his challenge as she continued, "You kept me up half the night with your rutting, I think at the least, I deserve to know if he's satisfied." She finished as she returned Boruto's furious blue stare with a flashing red one of her own.

"It was wonderful, Sarada. I am, as you said, satisfied." Mitsuki's cheerful voice evaporated the tension instantly. As one, Boruto and Sarada turned to look at the serpent Prince who was smiling happily up at them. Their faces deepened to matching shades of red as they took in Mitsuki's expression of deep contentment.

"Anyway!" Sarada's voice squeaked as she hastened to change the subject, "Come look at this, Boruto. Last night while you were... busy, I found this." She said as she unrolled her parchments with the rubbings of the runic inscriptions. Boruto examined them but he couldn't read any of it. Translations were always more Sarada's strong point.