Disclaimer: Credit goes to the creators of Naruto. I just get the satisfaction out of making Kabuto go crazy over Orochimaru. lol.
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::Note - I apologize if you end up confused after reading this, but I hope you won't be::
(Italized portions should be considered as future interactions between the two and not memories or dreams.)
"There probably isn't any meaning in life. Perhaps you can find something interesting to do while you are alive. Like how you found that flower. Like how I found you."
Poisonous Game.
Panicked gasps echoed throughout the halls of the Sound complex as the snake sannin appeared at the threshold of the medical lab. A sinister purple mist had formed around the sannin's body, taking the appearance of a real snake, and his golden gaze had acquired a hellish deep seeded anger and determination. No one in their right mind would risk being near Orochimaru in this state. So the sannin didn't even have to utter a word of order for his ninjas to clear out the lab. When the lab lay devoid of any other presence, but his own and the young man in his arms, he headed inside over to one of the white medical beds. He laid Kabuto down wordlessly then turned to retrieve the necessary tools he would need for contending with the poison.
"Kabuto, why did you choose the path of suicide?" he asked unrepentantly.
"…you are the reason for my choice. You are the only one that can stop me from doing things….but you don't care so why are you even asking me this?" he mumbled melancholily.
"The choice was your own. You chose to leave and to no longer serve me. Was I truly at fault for not stopping a traitor?" he denounced.
"….you're at fault for making me feel….useless." he replied dejectedly.
Tools in hand he move back to Kabuto's bed side and ripped open the spy's shirt. Kabuto's skin was deathly pale, almost to the point of rivaling his own. He glanced up into Kabuto's face taking note of his slightly parted lips and his tortured expression, concluding that Kabuto must of lapsed into a nightmare. One in which he was merely an onlooker of some horrible scene or memory, unable to scream or awaken. A coma of sorts that only he could wake Kabuto from because he broken the spy's mind, leaving him as the only one with the means of repairing it again. He would revive Kabuto's mind, even if he still had not come to the decision of forgiving him.
"Is that all it takes to send you over the edge?" he challenged.
"You are mistaken on how much I want to be useful to you…" he muttered.
"Enlighten me then." he urged.
He managed to stop the poison from reaching Kabuto's heart, but removing it from his system would take medical skills that he didn't possess. Hissing darkly he grabbed a needle, pressed in into Kabuto's arms, and drew out a portion of the poison for testing. He intended to experiment and produce an antidote as quick as possible. Time was short; Kabuto didn't have long to live. He only had five hours until Kabuto's condition became unstable. If he had only known the one who had given the poison to Kabuto in the first place he could have sent a team of ninjas out to capture that person, but without such knowledge he had merely one option. Five hours would have to be enough time to complete the testing.
He shook his head lightly. "I didn't seek death, I sought out a way to show you I meant something to you. Did you catch me when I fell? Did you get me to the medics that could help me the best? Have you watched over me without sleep?" he smirked.
He kept silent, refusing to reveal that he had done more than Kabuto thought he had.
"Did you even want me to wake up at all?" he accused.
"Nothing comes from you being asleep…." he emotionlessly stated.
Hours came and went as Orochimaru worked tirelessly to produce an antidote. Many failed serums lay splashed against the floor surrounded by broken glass. For with each failure the sannin grew darker in mood and more frustrated, tossing vial after vial to the ground with a frightening hiss. Thoughts of Kabuto, who laid a few feet from him, were suppressed within his mind and overshadowed by thoughts of triumph and not being crippled by defeat. He hated weakness and the thought of losing in general, but he loathed it more in himself. He strived to be the most powerful being that ever lived! He refused to be defeated now. He would deduce the basic elements of the poison and create a fitting antidote to avoid facing failure. That was the sole reason he put so much dedication into his task and not because of Kabuto. Not for the traitor that had betrayed him or because he held any kind of feelings for the other. It wasn't fear he felt at the thought of Kabuto's death or some weak emotion like that; he merely had no desire to replace Kabuto just yet. Kabuto possessed the skills he needed and it would be quite a feat to locate a proper replacement.
"Kiss me" he requested with a small smile.
He thought this a strange request given the circumstances, but complied silently.
His smile grew as he pressed into the kiss greedily then threw Orochimaru away from him causing the other to hit the wall with a fearsome hiss. The sannin was far from amused and glared, gripping the wall furiously.
One glance at the clock confirmed that he had twenty minutes left and he frowned turning back to the vial he had clutched in his hand. Grabbing the needle that still had a few drops of poison left he injected it into one of his test subjects then let two minutes pass before injecting some from the vial. Seconds passed by in silence as he watched the specimen go from shrieking in agony to a calm peaceful contentment. He check over the specimen and finally concluded that the liquid inside the vial was a success for an antidote for the poison. Filling a clean needle full of the confirmed serum he moved to Kabuto's side and injected the fast acting antidote into his system with seven minutes to spare. He sighed tiredly and without realizing it found himself pushing a few stray locks of silver hair out of Kabuto's face solemnly. With a hiss he yanked his hand away and glanced to the side to the bed stationed just inches from Kabuto's bed in silent debate. He was quite exhausted and for some reason the bed looked extremely inviting. Sparing a glance around the room he finally came to the decision that since nobody would dare tread inside the lab knowing he was still inside he could spend some time resting undisturbed here. After pulling the white curtain forward to stand as a divider between the two beds he laid down and closed his eyes.
Several hours passed before Kabuto's prone form unconsciously twitched and he weakly ripped away the seal resting over his eyes, opening them to looking around silently. He frowned blinking around at the boring blackness around him. The scent lingering in the room was that of a hospital, but weren't hospital usually white? He questioned silently, then gasped realizing that he knew of one hospital bathed in black which also connected into a wide lab. Only the Sound complex had such a dreary hospital. Which, to his disappointment, meant he was still very much alive. He sighed and twisted his legs around to hang of the bed's edge with a groan. He felt slightly weak but, being the highly skilled medical ninja that he is, it wouldn't be a problem. He just needed some more time to recover before he could use his healing abilities. He gasped suddenly. Why was he trying so hard to live all of a sudden? Hadn't he been trying to kill himself? Why was he even still alive anyway? He wondered as he finally noticed the white divider drawn in front of him.
He drew back the divider only to have to stifle a loud gasp a second later. "Orochimaru-sama!" he blinked, disbelieving that the sannin was sleeping just a few feet away from him. Had Orochimaru saved his life? He questioned within his mind. He hoped it was true. Then he might know that Orochimaru still wanted him and he might be able to gain forgiveness as well. He wanted the rift between them to disappear so he could be with the one he loved again. Be dominated by Orochimaru and love every last minute of it. He wanted to taste, feel, and breath all that was Orochimaru once again. He wanted to cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he was claimed over and over again. That's how much he loved and wanted Orochimaru.
Kabuto jumped down and moved fast and slinky toward Orochimaru, his hand brushing back the sannin's ebony hair as he leaned in "ah, there you are my serpent."
Orochimaru pushed him away roughly with another hiss, "I didn't say you could touch me," he leaned up and glaring darkly into Kabuto's eyes.
Chuckles sounded from the other as he moved back to the sannin then moved around his back and smiled "Are you sure you don't want this?" his hand slipped to the sannin's ass and squeezed.
A split second later Kabuto found himself forcefully pinned against the wall. "You are a walking paradox. Where have the thoughts of suicide gone? Why aren't you on your knees pleading for my forgiveness?" he scolded.
Kabuto chuckled, his silvery hair in his eyes now. "I always ran hot and cold, but you brought out more of it and this poison ripped through my system. I wonder what I can do now." he grinned and leaned in as much as he could to nip at your lips. "...and you I can never get enough of...so allow me to serve you once more."
Feeling suddenly daring, Kabuto snuck over to Orochimaru's bed and pulled the covers down inch by inch. He slipped beneath the covers and latched onto Orochimaru's slumbering form like a lifeline before closing his eyes again with a small yawn. In an instant he fell into a peaceful sleep, devoid of nightmares, with a content little smile on his face. When his breathing had evened out Orochimaru's eyes slowly opened and he glanced down into Kabuto's face tiredly. He noted just how innocent and tempting Kabuto looked right now. Sighing he relaxed slightly, wrapping a possessive arm around Kabuto's waist, before allowing his eyes to drift shut.
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