Chapter 2

Warnings: Lemon!

One could not brag at owning a fancier bedroom then this. For a place set upon the top floor of a large business building clad in metal and steal, looking over the city, a room such as this seemed to be a mirage. When you looked at the sharp outer design of the building and the stiff emotionless stance of those who worked inside - myself included - seeing trails upon trails of draped fabric and tropical plants just seemed far too much and occasionally I still found myself blinking at the change. Stepping from the cold and dead hallway into this jungle fashioned of fabric and dull lights hardly seemed right, no matter how many times I had done it.

True to his preference and obsession with the scaled creatures, my employer's room took it all to the extreme. Cloth covered every inch of the room, draping from the ceiling in long coils that resembled vines and large, old gnarled tree trunks. A oddly shaped bed situated itself in the center of the room, set upon a small ride platform, with canopy sides curving up and jutting out in all angles, creating branches for his favored pets to sleep on and sun themselves beneath the dim but warm lights which scattered the room with illumination. One had to be careful where one tread in this room, thanks to it being the favorite haven of his pets. Only a fool would sleep so soundly in a room crawling with these creatures, or perhaps that was why he never seemed worried about death at the hands of others, when it seemed to be his bedmate every night.

The boy, however, was a different matter. However well he'd been trained in his new position, years of training could never stop gut reaction. I wasn't surprised to see him stop at the door behind my employer and pull the robe a bit closer around his body. Only a few snakes were visible, slithering across the floor, a single venturing to nap on the bed, but the room only served to emphasize their presence. No matter how much one might have liked snakes, there was a world of difference about them when you moved into their territory.

"Come here, boy."

I watched Haku's eyes flicker to my employer, who'd cleared off the bed, and then the boy slowly stepped forward. I closed the door behind me and stood in my normal place near it, crossing my arms and waiting for this night to be over.

One might think it was foolish, and certainly others would be uncomfortable, but Orochimaru was good at staying alive. He rarely drank and his senses seemed to be always at their peek, save during one activity. One could hardly have sex and be aware of all their surroundings all the time. So, as odd as it sounded, my duties included guarding his door from the inside while he did whatever his body wanted to do with his chosen partner of the night. I served a double purpose of guarding him from anything that might try to come in, and also from any thing that might just happen to pose as a bed toy to seek his death. None had tried such a thing, but Orochimaru hadn't gotten where he was today by being overconfident.

Watching two people have sex in the strange room had never been my style of things and usually I was quite happy to pay attention to every other detail in the room, making sure that there wasn't a single disturbance. Tonight, however, I couldn't help but watch as the boy made his way to the bed and let his robes slip down his body to pool gently at his feet. My eyes, along with Orochimaru's, were greeted with the design once more, and this time the dim lighting only seemed to emphasize its detail.

Curved lines, shapes and faces, creating a scene perhaps out of an old fashioned story book, crossed his back, flowed over his rear and ended in trailing wisps over that middle ground where his thighs began. One could spend years looking at the design and never seen all the details. His pale smooth skin was the perfect canvas, begging to be touched and caressed over every inch, as if the design itself could react and actually craved the touches.

Hands slid over his back and I watched as he boy shivered, his lips parting to let out a soft breath of pleasure. He took a step forward to keep his balance and a soft whimper escaped his lips as the hand ventured between his legs, seeming to tease inside of him.

"A fine gift indeed. You've never been taken before, have you."

"No, sir," the boy's voice was a whisper and only seemed to add to the former illusion of him being a her. He was soft spoken, vulnerable in the most delicious way and I even found myself imagining I was closer to him, my own hands sliding over his decorated body, rather then just watching from a corner.

For once, one small moment, I allowed myself the distractions.

The boy turned his head to look at the man touching him, a wary look in his eyes, before nodding and giving permission to something that would never within his power to choose. And yet, just the action of it seeming to be consented, made the whole act that much more desirable and my body began to ache as I watched him move, turning to slide back onto the bed, his pale skin accented against the lush forest green.

He lay on his stomach, his hair escaping out of sight over one shoulder and the markings displayed for all to see. He'd turned his head, not looking at the one standing behind him, and I could see his body trembling, obviously not knowing what to expect. And when the sickly pale hands caressed his inked back, his reactions were louder then a voice could ever be. Each touch and caress brought a wave of pleasure through his body which he communicated in the movements of one who was experiencing something completely new. The most delicious sound I'd ever heard escaped his lips as a finger slide in side him, and his body stiffened. Haku looked back in surprise, his eyes sliding shut and a light moan escaping his lips as Orochimaru began to move his fingers inside him.

I shouldn't have been watching and I certainly shouldn't have been turned on by such an act. Sex and love making, though this certainly wasn't that, wasn't something that others watched. Years of being raised in a traditional family with one father, one mother, one son and one dog had engrained certain beliefs in me that would never go away, no matter how forced. One simply did not watch others have sex, and certainly not in a stiff and unfeeling manner. It never even occurred to me of the age difference between the two, or even the fact that they were two males, as my mind seemed set on the complete and utter wrongness of my watching this act.

Not just watching, but reacting.

My body felt stiff and hard, in more places then one, and I found myself hard pressed to not fidget against the wall. I could feel the blood pumping in my veins, emphasized in my throat and groin, to a warmth that was comfortable and painful at the same time. My hands ached, but I couldn't tell which they wanted to touch more, even if I had a suspicion it was the young body reacting upon the bed. It took nearly every trained inch of my body to not react more then I was. My mind screamed at me to move forward, and of all things, join in their erotic dance. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to make him react like that. I wanted to feel him writhe in my hands as I touched places which had never been touched before in his life.

What the hell was wrong with me?

I closed my eyes and took a set of long breaths, as long and as slow as I could take them without drawing attention to myself. I shifted my stance and tried my best to calm myself down, focusing my mind on my job. Focusing my mind more on what would happen if I didn't complete my job.

Normal jobs you had the risk of being fired or demoted for a day's worth of slacking. Most jobs you could get away with it and probably not even bat an eye as you sat in your small cramped office looking at porn on the company connection when you should be filing reports on graphs and statistics. Normal jobs you worried about your pay and whether or not Temari was sleeping with Iruka and if the secretary was wearing such a short skirt because she had a midnight date with the manager in the janitor's closet. Normal jobs consisted of red pens and punch cards, and Friday nights spent drinking and bitching about your boss.

At my job I was awake, ever hour I could be. At my job Temari wore too thick of a jacket and had to be patted down for weapons, not because I wanted to feel her breasts. At my job Iruka carried a large knife down the spine of his back, hidden behind his long back shirt which was almost too tight to hide anything. The secretary had hand guns next to her razor sharp knife which only mildly resembled a nail file and the janitor's closet was full of ammunition and grenades for oddly placed assassination attempts. You didn't get demoted in my job, you got buried literally. Who would have thought that eighteen years of school teachers breathing down my neck and annoyances passing me in the halls would lead to a place like this.

Getting turned on by something as simple as this and neglecting my duties could get many more then one man killed. I had no great love for the human race, and certainly not for the particular breed that seemed to live in this part of society, but a job was a job and I had my own to do. I certainly couldn't let myself get distracted by such a simple little thing as a girly looking tattooed virgin boy who wasn't even old enough to drink yet.

A startled cry filled the air and my eyes snapped open, only to be greeted with the new sight before me. Haku and Orochimaru had moved, and now the boy was lying on the bed, on his stomach, facing me as he gripped at the bed sheets and sweat sparkled across his body. His hair was scattered about him, his eyes shut tightly and sounds coming from his mouth, dancing between pain and pleasure as the one behind him moved inside his body. I could see the thrusts echoed in his own movements as he clutched the blankets with white knuckles, crying out, his voice filling the room.

No one should have ever looked that good being taken.

Certainly not a young boy like this.

I found my eyes locked on his face, his expressions and his movements, my entire attention centered on him so much that I could almost swear I could feel him moving as if I were under him and not the bed. I could feel those nails and fingers digging into my shoulders as his body rocked against mine, completely in the sway of what he was feeling for the first time, the sensations engulfing his entire being. I could feel his body tremble and his struggle to keep breathing as the feeling inside him built, starting as a low ache in his body, spreading in waves of hot pleasure to course over his sweat sprinkled skin.

A low raspy moan punctuated the moment as the boy jerked, his entire body spasming as it finally let go of the pleasure it had been attempting to control. His own voice attempted to come out, but came too fast and he choked on it, screaming wordlessly into the room before dropping back on the bed and curling into a ball, shivering as he tried to regain control of his body from the rampant feelings.

I watched him survey his handiwork in the boy before him. My employer had a true serpentine look on his face, the smile showing him to be sated and content with his new… conquest.

A sick feeling grew in my own stomach, hiding its true origins.

Somehow, and I don't even know how I managed, but I apparently was my calm and contained self again when he looked up at me, because he gave no indication that I'd shown anything more then I usually did. In a rush of fabric he pulled his own robe back on and nodded from me to the boy.

"Take him to a room. I will be keeping this one."

I nodded and moved to the bed, amazing myself with my ability to walk, despite the rather hard obstacle which had now appeared to hinder me. Without a second thought I picked the boy up and tossed a blanket around him to hide his nakedness, lifting him into my arms. To my surprise he seemed to fold against my body, his hands unclenching for just a moment so they could clench at my shirt as he still struggled to calm himself down. I did my best not to pay attention to him as I stepped out of the door, locking it behind me.

This part I was used to. Orochimaru never let his toys or one night stands sleep in the same room as him. Perhaps his safety measures bordered on paranoia really, but it was his way. I was used to carrying a trembling boy or woman out of the room as they still recovered from the night's activities. So much in fact, that I was almost on auto pilot, even with this one.