A/N: Yo. Don't even really like this story, but I needed something to let people know I was still alive. Was gonna submit chap. 4 of SOMEWHERE, but there were technical difficulties. So this is just a weird little oneshot I wrote when feeling Orochimaru-ish. Please review!!!
The young Uchiha's black hair falls like a curtain, concealing most of his ashen face.
He is crouching down, arms clenched around his stomach. Blood seeps through his fingers, staining his white pants crimson.
He takes a thin, gasping breath, and a trickle of blood slides over his lip. It gives a splash of color to his pallid face.
"Oh, Sasuke-kun," I remark, letting disappointment color my tone. "You should've been able to dodge that."
He grimaces up at me, but seems determined.
"Next time, I will."
His voice is so calm and emotionless, I can almost forget he's only thirteen.
Almost.
"Ku-ku-ku," I laugh, kneeling down beside him. I trace his jaw with my hand, fingers gently caressing the bony edges.
"Maybe there won't be a next time," I tease. "You have lost a lot of blood."
He stares up into my reptilian eyes, looking utterly unconcerned.
Or course he is unconcerned. He knows very well that I intend to use his body for my own.
"But that would be a waste, wouldn't it?" I whisper, leaning in closer so he can hear.
"Such a beautiful body," I say. My overlong tongue flicks out, catching him on the check.
He shudders.
I rise, and laugh, quickly growing tired of this game.
"Kabuto," I sing, dancing lightly across the room. "Sasuke-kun requires your abilities."
He comes, and quickly, looking completely professional and confident.
I know he is angry.
"Oh, Kabuto-kun," I whisper, "Don't be jealous! You know I'll always like you best."
I creep my fingers over his back, fingers pressing intently. I can feel his spine underneath my thumbs.
He stiffens under my touch, biting his lower lip.
"Please let me concentrate, Orochimaru-sama," he says, voice strained. He bends over Sasuke.
"Of course," I smile, falling silent.
My hands stay on his back throughout the entire procedure.
The green haze of a medic-nin's chakra fades away, and Sasuke leans back on his arms, looking very pale, but whole and alive.
Kabuto makes to leave.
As he stands up, I wrap my arms around him tightly, humming softly as I press my face into his hair. He freezes in surprise.
Abruptly, I turn him around, paring his lips with mine and thrusting my tongue into his mouth.
His hand grips my upper arm, tight enough to leave a bruise, and I know he wants this.
We break apart, and, smiling blandly, I crush his body to mine. His hot breath tickles my collarbone. Fingers creeping underneath his shirt and dancing over his back, I force myself onto him.
Kabuto's fingers entwine in my hair; we stay embraced for a long moment.
Eventually, I pull him off me, pressing my lips to him forehead quickly, before smoothing back his bangs and turning him around.
He strides for the room, breathing quickened from excitement.
I smile triumphantly. He is so easy to please.
It is all in a day's work.
Now, I turn to the next matter of business.
Sasuke is sitting in much the same position. He seems to be focusing on breathing, still entirely too pale.
The injury on his stomach is completely healed, but his dark blue shirt is torn and dirty, and his light colored pants still bloody.
The blood still lingers on his lip.
He really is beautiful, I notice. Though of course it is a Spartan beauty, with bruises and scratches covering his too-thin frame.
He looks tired, eyes half closed.
"Sasuke-kun, you really should get some rest," I croon softly, bending down beside him.
Onyx eyes stare up at me.
That crimson liquid still on his lips is beginning to bother me.
I turn quickly, checking to see if Kabuto is in eyeshot.
He's not.
A crooked smile graces my features.
I lean down towards Sasuke, and kiss the blood from his lips.