Disclaimer: Rape and Torture mentioned, emotional abuse and the works. Don't read if you're a minor or faint hearted. Kabuto takes advantage of Orochimaru when he has no use of his arms one night, the Sannin can do little but stay awake and hope he may be spared. Uke Orochimaru, Seme Kabuto. KabuOro.
The dimness of the room was no longer as settling as it had once been, now every shadow cast in the corners of the room only promised danger. As if those more capable could be hiding amid the darkness, hunting the serpent when all found out he was no longer as venomous as he had once been. Such a strange twist of fates. Such an odd way for the legendary shinobi to fall. How great he had been before his attack on the Third Hokage. It seemed Hiruzen could rest easy in his grave knowing his student may never fight again.
Kabuto carried a small tray with him, a cup of medicinal tea upon it, the smell of strong herbs rising with the steam that the medic carried. With one hand, he just barely knocked upon the wooden door. Letting himself in before his masters voice could warrant entry. It caused golden eyes to narrow, his arms in front of him, the sign of injury written across them in light red markings.
He was still as beautiful as ever Kabuto mused. Perhaps even more so now, the added touch of vulnerability much to the white haired mans liking.
Porcelain skin stood out vividly in the dim room, golden eyes lighting up equally so. His long raven hair fell around his form with elegance, cascading down to frame his face and shoulders, dripping down like ink to mingle in the bedsheets. A slender form was tucked away beneath those fabrics, though his slim physique could still easily be noted with the blanket wrapped around him.
"I brought you tea. It may help with nothing but the pain however."
Wasn't that a hopeful opening line the Sannin thought, glancing at the foul smelling liquid before dismissing it entirely.
"I don't need painkiller." Orochimaru hissed.
"It could potentially slow down the spread of decay my lord." Kabuto rectified, being slightly more forceful as he brought the cup to the serpent, lifting it off the tray to bring it closer to the males lips. Orochimaru glared at the man, offended by the disobedient and forceful approach, shifting back to place distance between himself and the other shinobi.
"I said I do not want it Kabuto. Move away, I did not ask you to come this close."
"I'm trying to help."
"I didn't ask for help."
"You won't get better off your own stubbornness."
"Nor will I get better from yours."
"Just drink it."
"No."
The medic however had become less patient, perhaps catching on to the other mans intolerance, perhaps drawn to the power trip he gained when the snake could hiss but not strike. When false threats were placed next to false strikes. He brought the tea to the legends lips, forcing it upon the man, daring him to move away or reject it, for the contents had but two options. Spill on to the serpents bed, or go down his throat. Orochimaru chose the latter. Merely to avoid the mess it may cause otherwise.
After liquid involuntary made its way down his throat for the first two sips, the Sannin tried to both catch his breath and move away. However the more he resisted the more the medic moved forward. Orochimaru struggled more in anger than in discomfort, but it steadily became slightly painful as the tea continued to halt any chance of breathing.
It felt akin to drowning, the end of the process a relief as Orochimaru gasped and spluttered for air, his chest falling in and out weakly as a soft and desperate sound left his parted lips. Long black hair hung in front of his face, covering his panting expression for a moment while he recovered. After a moments pause, Kabuto set the empty cup aside, seemingly satisfied as he dared to pet the male on the back.
"It would have been easier had you simply-"
"Get away from me!"
The legends voice was soft despite the desire to be commanding, his tone was drenched in anger. Perhaps something else- fear? Possibly. He had never been in a position where he could not physically stop someone else from having their way. It caused a smile to come to the medics lips.
"What are you smiling about?" Orochimaru hissed, once more shifting back to get the other away from him. His hands hurt far too much to move, although the need to smack the man away was growing, almost causing him to brace the pain, "I said get back."
"You also said you wouldn't be drinking the tea I offered. I think it is clear that you don't always get your way anymore." Kabuto hadn't intended for his voice to sound quite so mocking, but then, he supposed it didn't matter. He had been here for the serpents strength. There was no such thing left. May as well have fun with the male while he could. It would only be so long before the Sannin died- there was nothing left here. Healing the serpent was alike watering a plant that he knew would never grow. He could not- would not- stabilize the snake forever.
"Are you daring me to rectify your last action Kabuto? It's unwise to taunt me, not after that little stunt. I suggest- I order you to get out of my room. Do not come back unless I order otherwise."
Kabuto mused over the others words. Wondering if he should simply take what he wanted and be gone? Maybe this was his moment to surpass his leader? Take what he wanted. The deal was the medics loyalty for the serpents power and direction. The Sannin could offer none of that in this state, and what was more, the medic could not take back years of devotion. There was only one way to bring about justice. He needed a refund of sorts so to speak.
Kabuto came to sit on the legends bed, earning a warning hiss. He ignored it, aware that the man could do nothing in his own defense. One hand came to rest on the serpents leg, drawing the bedsheet away slightly, causing lurid eyes to narrow considerably.
"Don't you dare."
And with that weakly worded warning, the medic knew all too well. The Sannin was equally aware he was out of options, at the others mercy. Nothing but words could prevent the white haired shinobi from doing what he wanted. Kabuto could feel the serpent shaking somewhat, the proud rogue trying his best to hide it. His masked defense was void when the medic redirected his hands to trace the Sannins form, slipping beneath his kimono.
This time Orochimaru reacted, his hands burning with pain as he forced them to move. He tried to smack the medic away, to shove him off, but the more fit male instantly caught the others wrist. Earning a pained yelp as Orochimaru tried to pull it back, to rid the pressure off the injured limb. It seemed pride would make the Sannin defiant, and that wouldn't do.
While one hand apprehended the porcelain skinned males wrist, the other untied his sash, it could be put to better use after all. Kabuto swiftly grasped both wrists, pinning them above Orochimaru's head as he knocked the slimmer male to the bed, restraining him on his back as his wrists were bound to the beds headboard. Constantly allowing a devious smile to creep on to his features, now straddling the former leader, hardly perturbed by his thrashing and struggling. Orochimaru would tire himself out at this rate, tugging at the binds that held him despite the pain. Eventually, he stopped to catch his breath, to glare daggers at the man atop him.
"What are you doing?" Orochimaru asked with a shaken breath, eyes meeting his captors with an element of growing dread. He could feel the other man start to roam his form, tracing the slender stomach beneath him, earning light shudder, "answer me-"
"What does it look like?" Kabuto snapped, one hand coming to slap the serpent, the stinging sensation forcing an unexpected yelp to fall from the Sannins lips, "now shut it and do as I say for once. Maybe I'll be more conscious of your feelings, unlike you were of mine."
"I never physically assaulted you, I gave you a new start, a chance when all was taken away. You have no right to throw accusations at me, to try and justify your actions tonight. It isn't too late, leave me alone and I may be able to let this be forgotten." Orochimaru said, hoping to persuade the man from doing what he planned, trying in a desperate last hope to get away from this, to free himself from a fate of intimate trauma.
"You have no right to beg for mercy when you have denied others such a thing for years. Now I said shut it. Don't make me hit you again." Kabuto said, this time gripping the Sannins chin to force his head to face him, his hold tight as fingers dug in to porcelain flesh. It caused the serpent to whimper softly, his chin released roughly. Now to continue with his prize, hands moving across the serpents form, tickling the legends stomach, making the male squirm lightly. He moved up to capture his captives lips, but he was soon bitten as his tongue forced entry in to his mouth. The medic would heal himself, but he was quick to grip his prisoners already sensitive wrists, squeezing with as much force as he could muster.
Orochimaru cried out in agony, writhing in disbelieving pain, thrashing to get free to no avail. The next time Kabuto forced entry in to his mouth, the serpent submitted, anything to have his arms free, the aching not subsiding as quickly as the Sannin wished. A dominating tongue continued to have its way in the snakes mouth, fighting with the yielding tongue. The medic drew away, littering the others form in kisses and nips, biting at the males lip, then jaw, then neck. He continued this until he began to feast upon the soft and sensitive skin of the serpents throat. It caused another soft whimper to fall from the black haired males lips, his head tipping to the side in discomfort.
He was more afraid than he had been during his fight with the Third, the hopeless feeling of being subject to the others abuse crippling. Orochimaru tried to focus elsewhere, tried to allow his mind to drift in to a place less petrifying, but the painful biting only drew his attention back to a cold reality. It hurt, it hurt a lot. The others teeth were digging in to flesh, drawing a light trickle of blood, the rest of the skin spanning in to dark black and blue marks. Bruised, tender as the man finally pulled away.
Kabuto moved lower and lower as his tongue grazed the others torso, slow and teasing, appreciating the shiver that raced down the snakes spine. Orochimaru's desperate voice spoke once more, shaken and strained by fear, "-stop-please stop, I'll do anything just- just please-"
His begs were falling on deaf ears, so they turned in to soft whimpers and grunts of disapproval. Now his attackers hands were moving to a more intimate area, the Sannins eyes clasped shut as he braced himself. There was a strange element of both pleasure and terror as Kabuto stroked his member, running a cupped hand around and over the shaft, pumping the male who once more tried to struggle in protest.
Kabuto had hoped to earn something from his actions, but it seemed he could not get the serpent to cum despite his effort. So instead he moved his fingers to the Sannins mouth, a smile sickly upon his features, "open your mouth," he ordered, the serpent obeying in fear once more, "the less saliva you get on there the less lubricant you have, so I suggest you do a good job."
With that in mind, Orochimaru made sure to coat his attackers fingers in as much saliva as possible, his tongue sweeping over reluctantly. After they were sufficient, at least to the white haired man, Kabuto slipped one finger in to his former leaders tight entrance. This earned a soft gasp, the serpents head tipping to the side, trying to hide in the fabrics of the bed. Soon Kabuto slipped a second finger in, scissoring them to make the entrance wider.
He thought he was being rather thoughtful preparing the pinned male. At least it would hurt slightly less. However the snake was both struggling and tense, and his stressed form was making him all the more tight. It was obvious when the medic slipped a third finger in, this time making the Sannin cry out and buck forward in discomfort and growing pain.
"Stop, Kame please stop-" the Sannins voice was shaken, soft and distressed, falling in to a sense of devastation. But once more those words were completely dismissed. The medic continued to turn his fingers inside the male, spreading them as to widen the entrance. He soon lowered his own pants, revealing his erect member, the throbbing length more desperate than the snake. Kabuto pressed it against the males hole, pleading entry as he rubbed it up and down a few times, groaning at the pleasant feeling.
Finally he pushed his cock in to the captives entrance, slamming in to him with full force as impulse controlled his actions. This earned a sudden and short lived scream from Orochimaru, pain reflecting in his eyes as he tightened around the other mans length. He was sweating now, pain and struggling all making him fatigued. Kabuto granted the other a moment, allowing for him to adjust as best as he could. Then he pulled out, only to slam back in full force. Then again. And again.
He thrust with aggression, with force and passion. He was driven forwards by the others cries and screams, by his bucking, the slender back arching up in immense discomfort. With every time the man pounded in to him, the Sannin felt himself growing slightly sick. He found himself pulling at the binds by his wrists, almost using the pain of his arms as a distraction. Kabuto continued to groan as the pleasure flowed through him. This was amazing, his member throbbing as he felt himself escalating.
Eventually the medic found his captives sweet spot, thrusting in to it relentlessly. In and out, with enough force to generate pleasure for Orochimaru as well. Ashamed as he was to be caving in to lust, the serpent could not stop the sensation from developing, his core and inner walls all clenching around the large length that was being thrust back and forth, driving deeper and deeper as it hit his most sensitive spot.
It didn't take long to tip them both over the edge, Kabuto coming first as he spilled his seed in to the smaller male, Orochimaru second as he cried and bucked, tugging at the binds and whimpering weakly, body shuddering as Kabuto collapsed atop him. They reached a high before their climax came to an end, panting and breathless, the medic remained laying on top of his former leader, member still encased. He wasn't sure he wanted to leave the position, so comfortable and content to be inside the other male. Orochimaru was shaking, tears staining his eyes but never falling as he tried to breathe trapped beneath the man.
"I won't say anything to anyone," he whimpered, his true fear revealing itself, "just don't kill me, I'll forget this ever happened just- just let me go."
Kabuto placed a gentle kiss to the Sannins forehead, seemingly more mocking than reassuring, "I won't kill you, there's more fun to be had. Don't pretend you didn't enjoy it. You are terribly beautiful when flustered, when the throes of passion control your senses. Maybe next time you'll be more relaxed and we can both enjoy ourselves more."
Golden eyes lingered on the man pleadingly, but the will to fight was dying down, far too worn down by the nights activities.
Survive. That was all he could do. That was all he ever wanted to do. Survive. He commanded himself one last time mentally.
This is temporary. Act when you're safe. Survive.
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