Chapter one:
Orochimaru slammed Kabuto in to the cold concrete wall after finding him in His room without permission. The teen stared at the older man towering over him, as he was pressed hard against the wall, pinned so rough that he couldn't move. He felt the firm contours of his Masters' abs pressed against his chest as he clutched his hands together, feeling Orochimarus' strong slender fingers grip tighter around his wrists.
The sannin hissed threateningly in Kabutos' ear, his hot breath flickering against the young boys neck;
"What makes you think you have the right to be in my bedroom?"
Looking up at the perfectly gothic face above him, he replied with a glint in his eye, confidently but quite without breath;
"Sorry Master, but if you never invited me, how else am I going to get in?" He smirked as he said this, watching his Lord's eyebrows raise once he had silenced. He had been dreaming for so long about this strong man having His way with him, that he thought that the cheekiness was worth the try.
Orochimaru manoeuvred his head under the youngers' and pushed his chin up, causing his silver head to knock into the wall behind him. This expelled a soft grunt of pain from the boy, which pleased his Master.
"You are getting far too cocky for my liking boy." He said sternly, and harshly pressed His knee into His servants' groin, hoping to scare and harm him, letting him know who was boss.
Kabuto gasped, the exotic scent of his Master intoxicating him as he let out a low and lengthy moan. It was his honour, and further more, his greatest fantasy to be at end of this darkly powerful mans' wrath. Confused as He felt this child harden and swell at the end of His knee, the older man looked up to stare sinisterly into his framed eyes, only to see him head tilted back with closed eyes and licking his lips as he smiled. Disappointed in this lack of fear, Orochimaru pulled His knee back and then quickly rammed it into the boys crutch again, causing him to yelp and fall painfully to the floor, his hair cascading from its tie, lying messily across his bare shoulders and framing his pretty face. Standing over the now more vulnerable servant, the Master pushed His shoed foot into his neck, disabling his breathing and pinning him helplessly to the floor.
Desperately gasping for breath the teen grabbed his Lord by His knee and pulled Him down on top off him. The sensation of all of his Masters weight suddenly on top of him made him cry out in pleasure as he breathed heavily out onto the broad hairless chest above him. Orochimaru grabbed Kabutos' hands and yanked them upwards, slamming them down onto the hard wooden floor above his head.
"Aah!" yelled the boy, slightly arching his slender body upwards as his hands smash with force on to the wood.
Curious and smirking, the sannin leaned his face in close to the others' and said in a low seductive tone; "What could a little boy like you possibly want with an old man like me?"
Even further turned on by hearing Him call Himself an 'old man', the medic simply said…
"Everything."