A/N So, I've been up since three in the morning and what else is there to do at three in the morning besides watch anime and write smutty fanfic? Anyway, I tried my best to keep Orochimaru in character, because most people write him as just a total pervert. Not saying that he isn't a pervert (A SEXY pervert), but he's not as big of a pervert as most fanfic writers make him out to be. Anyway, enjoy!

When I woke up, Orochimaru was still beside me, arms wrapped around me in a loose, careless grip, lost in that land of dreams when anything at all could happen. What was he dreaming about? What I in his dreams? There was a sharp pain in my lower back, but I really didn't mind.

I slipped from Orochimaru's grasp and fumbled around for my glasses.

I needed a shower.

XxXx

It took me awhile, but I found a shower. I stripped out of my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror for a long time, trying to figure out what made me so damn attractive to Orochimaru. My hair was prematurely gray, scruffy and relatively unacquainted with a hairbrush. I was a nerd- I had been told that several times. People ridiculed me constantly, girls and boys alike. The only one who had ever even attempted to stand up for me was Itachi, and even then, his attempts usually ended up with him getting hurt as well. For the supposed Uchiha clan prodigy, he sure wasn't good at standing up for himself.

But at least he was good looking.

Damn! What was so fricking attractive about me? What did Orochimaru see that he liked?

I got in the shower and turned on the warm water, trying to get rid of the ache in my backside. I healed all the bruises, cuts and bite marks from last night, debating with myself whether or not I should also heal…down there…no. Under no circumstances was I putting my fingers up my own ass.

I heard a soft click before cold fingers worked their was through my hair. I yelped and jumped about a mile.

"O-Orochimaru-sama!"

He had something on his fingers, some sort of liquid, and it took me all of five seconds to figure out that it was just shampoo.

Orochimaru chuckled.

"Did I scare you, Kabuto-kun?"

I nodded, my heart still pounding in my throat.

"I'm sorry, I needed a shower, and you looked like you could use some company."

He worked the shampoo into a lather, rubbing the pads of his fingers along my scalp in such a way that I moaned. I was surprised that he could be this gentle after what he had shown me he was capable of last night. This touch was soft and sensual, and I closed my eyes to drink it all in.

He rinsed my hair off and pulled me into a kiss, again, much more gentle than I could ever have imagined.

Then he got rough. He flipped me around to face the shower wall, my arms supporting my weight (if only barely) as he forced his was inside me again.

I was already sore from last night; this was almost unbearable. Scream after inhuman scream tore from my throat, wanting it all to stop and yet wanting more. Oh, so, so much more.

I cummed without him even having to touch me, from the sheer high of the pain he gave me (don't look at me like that-I suppose I'm just a masochist). I screamed my master's name loud enough so that the angels of Heaven could hear my cries, my dirty pleasure in this raw, dirty sex.

I call it sex, and not making love, for this reason: I knew from the start, a part of me always knew, that Orochimaru didn't love me. Lust, pure and simple. That was all that ever existed between us. But that was just fine. I gave him what he wanted, and he gave me what I needed, which is to say a sense of purpose in my pathetic, worthless life.

When he had also exhausted himself, my knees gave way, and I fell to the floor, feeling the cold, wet tile against my cheek as the water washed the blood and cum away.

Orochimaru fell down beside me, panting heavily, running his hand up and down the length of my back.

"You'd…make one hell of a man whore, you know that?" he asked me, as playfully as he could while hardly being able to breath properly.

I was silent, slowly coming down from my post-orgasmic high.

"You're pretty good in bed, Kabuto," Orochimaru told me. "It's hard to believe you've never gotten any before. But there'll be more, I promise you that."

XxXx

"Orochimaru-sama?" I asked later.

"Hmm?"

"My family…they'll probably wonder where I am…do you think…not that I don't enjoy being here, but…"

Orochimaru pressed a finger to my lips.

"I understand. They'll wonder where their little Kabuto-kun has run off to. But don't you think they'll also wonder what you've been doing?"

"I-"

"Not to worry. I have a good idea. But you're going to have to trust me…"

The next couple of hours passed by in a blur of agony. I don't know how long it took until I blacked out, but it wasn't long enough.

The first thing I saw when I woke up were my stepparent's worried faces looking down at me.

A/N Reviews make me update faster XD