The Prince and the Serpent

Taken

Morning crept tentatively through the jagged cut in the granite. Slowly, the weak light stretched from the cave entrance and illuminated what appeared to be a bundle of clothing and blankets beside a small green flame. As the warm light inched across the bundle, it began it stir. A shock of pastel blue hair broke free from the cocoon and sparkling gold eyes blinked against the morning.

As Mitsuki took in his surroundings, he became increasingly confused. He had no memory of coming to this place and his body felt heavy. He looked down and saw his precious Sun was wrapped firmly around his middle. Boruto's mat of golden hair stuck out of the blankets at odd angles and gleamed brightly in the sunlight. His peach colored skin was pressed firmly against Mitsuki's and was as warm as the summer sun.

Mitsuki smiled fondly down at Boruto and ran long fingers through his metallic hair. Boruto stirred a little in his sleep but then buried his face deeper into his side, tightened his grip around Mitsuki's torso and dropped back off into sleep. Mitsuki leaned back, allowing Boruto to pull him in further. He was content even if he was still confused. He couldn't sleep so he tried to think back to the last thing he could remember.

He remembered it had been getting colder and his joints had been getting more and more stiff. He had been feeling nervous for days of the steadily declining temperatures as they continued deeper into the mountains. However, he said nothing to Boruto. His Sun already had enough to deal with. If he did say something, Boruto might insist that he stay behind and that was something he could not do. So, he silently endured his increasing discomfort as best he could.

Then, it had started to snow. He knew it was getting very dangerous but he refused to leave Boruto. Then the world dissolved into white and he didn't remember anything after that. His heart clenched painfully at the same time as it filled with love and gratitude as he looked down at his sleeping Sun. He knew that it was Boruto who had carried him to safety.

Mitsuki tightened his hold on Boruto. This was the man he loved. His heart soared every time he thought about it. His Sun adored him and had asked that he remain by his side forever, a request he had eagerly agreed to. Nothing could make him happier but first, he thought making his happiness cool slightly, they needed to save Boruto. Time was a luxury they really didn't have but maybe, he thought as he gazed adoringly at his Sun, he could let him rest for now.

It was at least another hour before Boruto stirred again. The cave was becoming pleasantly warm from the light of the strengthening sun despite the melting snow spilling in the entrance. Boruto took a deep breath, groaned, and stretched. Mitsuki caught flashes of blue as Boruto blinked open his eyes. It appeared to take a moment for him to process his surroundings.

"Good morning." Mitsuki said gently, mimicking Boruto's own greeting to himself from all those weeks ago. At the sound of his voice, Boruto's eyes snapped up to meet his; then the Sun exploded.

"Mitsuki!!" Boruto cried out as he flung his arms around Mitsuki's neck and crushed their bodies together. Mitsuki couldn't help but laugh with joy as he returned Boruto's fierce hug. "What are you laughing at?!" Boruto snapped as he peppered Mitsuki's face and neck with little kisses. "Do you have..." He began angrily but paused to plant a kiss on Mitsuki's lips, "... any idea..." Another kiss, "... How WORRIED..." Another kiss, "... I've been?!" Boruto growled his question. Mitsuki was not able to answer because Boruto had immediately and forcefully captured his lips again, this time in a deep kiss. Mitsuki couldn't help himself. He moaned his consent and melted into to heat of his Sun. If this was how Boruto wanted to find comfort, then he would oblige.

"Would you two KNOCK IT OFF?!" Sarada's angry voice sliced the air and echoed in the cave, "Or have you forgotten that I'm right here?!" Boruto jumped and Mitsuki turned his head to look up at Sarada. She had erupted from her own blankets, which appeared to be immediately beside theirs and she was glaring red death down at them from beneath her impressive mop of bed-head.