It was supposed to be a simple one night stand, just to make Kabuto leave him alone.
Fine! Fine, whatever, if you'll stop flirting with me. Come on.
So he let Kabuto suck him off, led him back to his room.
Mmm... yes, that's...
Sasuke shoved the older boy onto his bed, rough as always, hoping to get it over with.
Don't whine, whore. You wanted this.
After undoing Kabuto's pants and sliding down his underwear, Sasuke... stopped.
What... how the hell... did Orochimaru do this?
Sasuke stared at the awful scars between Kabuto's legs, noticing the lack of body hair and muscle tone for the first time.
"No, Mother did. She turned the water heater up too high and made me take a bath."
He thought he was going to vomit, this was sick, it was twisted, and Kabuto still loved the woman, still cried for his mother at night.
What else did your mother do?
Sasuke regretted asking, hated the answers Kabuto gave, hated his casual tone as he described torture, abuse, rape.
Get out.
He can't sleep that night, remembering the things Kabuto said, remembering his mutilated genitals and the hurt in his eyes as he scurried out.
He doesn't know any better...
A/N: Please tell me what you thought.