CHAPTER 3!! That's it! I don't even have any commentary! It's nearly midnight here and I've been working on this as best I can! Here's hoping it's not total crap. Parts of it may be. In which case, know that I probably wrote it sometime around 1 in the morning or so. =D SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK!!!
Oh yeah...heavier yaoi implicatoins here. Ju~st so you know.
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Pulling away slowly, Orochimaru ran his tongue along Kabuto's slack jaw, chuckling softly. No doubt the other man's amusement stemmed from his medic's flushed appearance. Kabuto wasn't usually one to lose his composure like this, and that Orochimaru enjoyed it so much caused the boy's temper to flare slightly. Sometimes he swore the San'nin did what he did solely to humiliate the loyal oto'nin.
Gathering his scattered dignity, Kabuto swallowed dryly, reaching up between them to adjust his glasses more out of habit than necessity. "If that is, in fact, the case, Lord Orochimaru, I'll simply take my leave and seek you out later." The medic smiled wryly, attempting to salvage anything. At least his voice hadn't hitched with his rebuttal.
Orochimaru met the other's rather cynical stare and laughed, straightening himself and shaking his head. Running long pale fingers through his dark hair, the San'nin replied with a mocking lilt to his voice, "Aren't you cooperative today? Seeing as you are in such a good mood, perhaps you'll work with Sasuke-kun for me. I don't have time for him today and you were so adamant about doing something for me…you don't mind do you, Kabuto?"
The older man was messing with him, trying to get any reaction he could. And Kabuto knew it. This was one game he would not lose. "Of course not, Lord Orochimaru," he replied affably, tilting his chin up in a shrewd gesture of defiance. "I'm more than happy to entertain Sasuke-kun in your absence."
Smile widening with sadistic satisfaction, Orochimaru turned on his heel, adding over his shoulder, "Glad to hear it, Kabuto. Try to be a tad more civil this time around. I don't need Sasuke-kun whining to me about how rude you are anymore."
Kabuto couldn't help the short laugh that escaped him, attempting to hide it behind his hand as he quickly turned his eyes away. Rude to Sasuke? Right, because the boy was just so polite to Kabuto. Shaking his head and regaining his composure, Kabuto wandered back into his underground home. He was sure Sasuke would be thrilled with this new development. All he had to do was find the snotty little Uchiha brat.
The oto'nin wandered down the long stone halls at his own pace, in no hurry to follow out Orochimaru's orders. He knew the angry younger man would be stalking around somewhere, and that the two of them would inevitably cross paths. It was just a matter of when. The lull before the metaphorical storm that was Sasuke's fury allowed Kabuto the time to determine just what it is he would do with the young Uchiha.
Humming softly to himself and running down a list of things he longed to torment their newest addition to the Sound village with, Kabuto didn't even see the boy coming. If it hadn't been for bumping shoulders and receiving several less than pleasant remarks for it, the oto'nin would have missed him altogether. Luckily, it was very hard to ignore Sasuke's voice.
"Watch where you're going, you arrogant son of a…"
Kabuto cut the boy's sentence off with a curt raising of his hand, putting Sasuke off with the rude gesture. A smile crept slowly across his face at the Uchiha's indignant reaction. Oh how he enjoyed messing with the boy, knocking the high and mighty brat off of his high horse every now and again. He brushed his hair back out of his eyes, adding smugly, "Temper, Sasuke-kun. It wouldn't do to talk to me like that right now."
The boy in question glared furiously, taking none too kindly to the other's pompous attitude. Snarling under his breath, Sasuke hissed threateningly, "Why should I give a damn about how I talk to you? Are you my new babysitter? Is that what your precious master told you?"
Raising a cynical eyebrow, Kabuto shook his head in mocking sorrow and disappointment. "You're always so bitter when we speak, Sasuke-kun. I just don't understand you at all." He shrugged overdramatically, allowing his shoulders to fall heavily in an artificial show of resignation.
"No, you don't," Sasuke shot back heatedly, "Now get the hell out of my way. Unless you've stopped me to tell me where Orochimaru is." The last sentence was spoken with venomous sarcasm, a wide, contemptuous smile crossing the boy's young features. He, like Orochimaru, was trying to provoke the medic into some kind of reaction. And just like with the Snake lord, Kabuto wasn't going to give in so easily.
Smile back in place, Kabuto countered calmly, "Actually, Sasuke-kun, Lord Orochimaru is the reason I'm talking to you at all. In fact, I was asked to work with you in his absence."
Sasuke stared in open shock and disbelief. "You're kidding me, right?" he gaped, "I have to work with you?!"
The oto'nin's smile darkened and he fixed his eyes to Sasuke's. The boy wasn't so full of himself anymore, now that he knew Orochimaru didn't value him as much as the kid seemed to think he did. "I'm just as surprised as you, Sasuke-kun," Kabuto offered with feigned condolences, "But it's what I was told. Now, let's not waste any more time. Having looked over your training records, I notice that a lot of your basic techniques need some work."
"This is bullshit. I don't need your basic training crap." Sasuke was clearly not planning on being cooperative, not that Kabuto had anticipated he would be. But if the boy wanted his training, he'd have to learn to be nicer to the older oto'nin. And Kabuto was definitely going to play that angle up. He'd have the boy begging him before he even pretended to entertain the thought.
Giving a nonchalant shrug, Kabuto moved to walk away, offering casually, "Well, if you say so, Sasuke-kun. I wouldn't want to waste your time or anything." Sneering with open condescending ridicule, he added, "It's not like I'm stronger than you in basic combat or anything."
That had hit the right nerve. Sasuke spun around quickly, catching hold of Kabuto's retreating shoulder. "You're not stronger than me," he pressed, his hand tightening on the other. Yet there was a loss of conviction in his voice, hesitation even. The boy was obviously aware of Kabuto's near ANBU level skills, although he'd never admit to it.
"If I'm not stronger than you, why are you bothering to stop me, Sasuke-kun? Did you want me to prove to you how much better I am?" Kabuto didn't mind provoking Sasuke. It had been a while since he'd actually done some decent sparring with anyone, and he was yet to really test Sasuke's powers firsthand. And it seemed like the boy didn't respond to anything else.
Sasuke leveled a solid glare at Kabuto's jeering retaliation, increasing the pressure of his hand on the medic's shoulder. "I'm stopping you because I don't want you wandering off thinking you're stronger than me," the Uchiha huffed.
Removing the younger boy's hand from him, Kabuto turned on Sasuke, raising his chin and looking down at him with his best unimpressed stare. A wry smile spreading across his face, the oto'nin mocked derisively, "And how would you know, Sasuke-kun? Have you ever actually fought me?"
"Well…no." The boy's anger seemed to waver in the face of Kabuto's arguments. His dark eyes slid away, moving to stare at the wall as he clearly racked his brain for some kind of comeback. Slowly, he offered, "But…I did see you in the Chunin exams and…"
"Stop right there," Kabuto scoffed, raising a hand to silence the Uchiha, "The Chunin exams? Ha! How stupid are you, Sasuke-kun? You can't honestly think I was giving it my all back then. I was acting. I had to gain the trust of all of the 'other students' and the faculty in order to gather information for Lord Orochimaru. Or did you not figure that out yet?"
The darker haired boy's temper flared up, his eyes flashing to the crimson red of his Sharingan. Lashing out, he took a fist full of Kabuto's shirt, pulling him down to eye level. "Don't talk to me like that," he snarled, voice laced with malice, "I don't have to take this shit from you! Now either start doing what you were sent here to do, or leave me the Hell alone!"
"I've tried to do both, Sasuke-kun, and you promptly prevented me from completing either," the silver haired medic pointed out, irritably knocking Sasuke's hands away. He then straightened his shirt with an air of annoyance, frowning at the other. "And if you want me to do anything, Sasuke-kun, you'd best adjust your attitude."
Sasuke stared in open shock at the oto'nin. Kabuto had never openly derided the kid before, nor had he made such clear demands either. Obviously, the spoiled brat of an Uchiha didn't know how to handle not being catered to. He gaped like a fish out of water, his mouth opening and closing in a mixture of speechless vexation and disbelief.
Smiling contemptuously, Kabuto belittled, "You can start by apologizing to me, Sasuke-kun. We'll go from there."
"The only thing I have left to say to you, you snide bastard, is you can take your apology and shove it up your ass!!" Sasuke's attitude had returned with a vengeance, the boy snapping the words out with clipped fury. His body was livid, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. "I'm done here! If you need me, don't."
Kabuto watched in subtle disappointment as Sasuke stomped off huffily down the hall. Well…that hadn't worked the way he'd planned. Admittedly, it had been fun to mess with the boy's mind, but he hadn't exactly followed Orochimaru's orders. And there wasn't a doubt in the medic's mind that, after Sasuke went and beat on some unsuspecting Sound ninja, the Uchiha punk would go straight to their master and bitch about how mean Kabuto had been to him. The surgeon couldn't help but laugh shortly. It was hard to believe that Sasuke somehow believed he deserved Kabuto's respect.
Shrugging the incident off, Kabuto turned to walk the other way, making his way casually through the halls of Otogakure's latest location. He wasn't sure where he was going, he just knew he wanted to walk the opposite way of Sasuke. His mind began to wander, lulled into relaxation by the steady sound of his own footfalls. There was research waiting for him in his lab, another pile of procrastinated paperwork hidden somewhere in Orochimaru's room, several new test subjects in the cellblock…he had options. And for some reason, the idea of sneaking into his lord's room appealed to him the most. Kabuto smiled darkly to himself. Seemed like he felt like causing trouble today.
Orochimaru's room was easy enough to locate. Kabuto had had to report there more than once, and even if he hadn't, the older man always had absurdly ornate doors made solely for his room. No other room in their semblance of a house was so dramatically decorated. The San'nin really was full of himself, and it made the medic smile. If anyone here had a right be arrogant, it was Orochimaru. The man had power, influence, cunning, fleets of soldiers dedicated to him, and beauty. Feeling an increasingly familiar heat on his face, Kabuto cut his thoughts short, scolding himself for having entertained such a foolish notion.
"He's not beautiful, he's downright godly perfection," he muttered without thinking as he closed the door behind him. Kabuto took a pause, his own words hanging in the air, echoing through his head. Oh great…he'd gone and developed a crush on his merciless leader. This was embarrassing.
The oto'nin heaved a sigh, placing the blame for this latest incident squarely on the shoulders of the San'nin. After all, it had been Orochimaru who'd gone and started kissing him out of the blue. He hadn't asked the older man to do that. Nor had he asked his master to shower with him. Yes, all of this was Orochimaru's fault, and Kabuto was more than happy to stand by that conclusion. He refused to claim responsibility for a ridiculous notion like developing a crush.
Content with his decision, Kabuto set about rummaging through Orochimaru's various piles of neglected work, picking through it all to see if there was anything the man could potentially pawn off on him later. If he did it now the man would have nothing on Kabuto. Well…aside from his failed attempt to entertain Sasuke. But he'd never really wanted to do that anyway, and he assumed his master understood that. Finally hitting upon something he knew Orochimaru would drop on him later, Kabuto swung casually into the older man's desk, a desk that he used more than the San'nin ever did. However, as he attempted to settle comfortably into the wooden chiar, Kabuto found it increasingly difficult to sit in a way that didn't cause him some form of pain. He sighed heavily, picking himself up and out of it. Apparently his body had had enough of the chair earlier today.
The platinum haired surgeon scratched his head and glanced around. He wasn't going to just leave this work now that he'd found it, but he needed somewhere to do it. His dark eyes fell upon his master's oversized bed, elaborately carved and covered in more pillows than any one person could ever possibly need. That would work for now. It had been far too long since Kabuto had actually worked somewhere that didn't threaten to cause him pain after being there for more than ten minutes.
He flopped down onto Orochimaru's bed, a long, satisfied sigh escaping his lips. No wonder the man liked going to bed so much; this thing was amazing. It was much better than that cot Kabuto called a bed. Not that he'd ever really thought of complaining before this. He'd definitely bring up that raise the next time he talked to Orochimaru. Clearly the man had more money to spend then he was letting on, and if anyone deserved better living quarters, it was Kabuto. He was the San'nin's personal medic after all, as well as his right hand man. The least the older man could do was supply Kabuto with a decent bed.
Crawling further onto the large piece of furniture, Kabuto situated himself comfortably amongst the many pillows, pulling his knees up so that he had a somewhat solid surface on which to actually do the work he'd found. The time ticked by surprisingly quickly, the pile of papers shifting from Kabuto's lap to the stack of completed work he'd started next to him. Before he knew it, he'd managed to get through it all, the candle he'd lit on the bedside table not even a quarter of the way through. The medic couldn't help but laugh softly. He'd have to remember how much better he worked in a more relaxing environment.
But now what was he going to do with himself? There was still all that research in his lab, and those test subjects in the basement. Yet, as he moved the pile of paperwork and the pen he'd used to get through it on to the stand beside the large bed, Kabuto's body decided to remind him that he was sorely lacking sleep. He'd been overworked for too long. Maybe he'd just steal an hour. He was already here after all, and it wasn't like Orochimaru would notice. Kabuto would be done long before the snake lord returned.
With that thought in mind, Kabuto curled in against the wall of pillows, gave a soft, pleased, sigh and closed his eyes. He didn't even bother to take his glasses off. It was just a power nap after all…
After an indeterminable amount of time, Kabuto became hazily aware of added weight and soft breath feathering across his face. The medic groaned an incoherent string of sleepy protest, attempting to roll away from whoever it was only to come in contact with something very solid. Giving a soft grunt of annoyance, Kabuto stretched out lazily and yawned, finally opening his eyes. He hated himself the instant he did.
Planted quite firmly over top of him was Orochimaru, faint amusement dancing in those enthralling serpentine eyes, arms supporting the older man on either side of Kabuto. That long ebony hair fell forward, acting as a veil that cut the two of them off from the rest of the world, some vagrant strands brushing against the medic's slowly reddening face. The oto'nin shut his eyes tightly again, mumbling under his breath that this was all some kind of sick dream, elliciting a low laugh from his master and quickly destroying any hopes Kabuto had that his mind was playing tricks on him.
Managing a weak smile, Kabuto attempted to keep his voice level as he reopened his eyes to meet Orochimaru's. "Hello, Lord Orochimaru," he offered with surprising strength to his voice, "What can I do for you?"
"Well, you can start by telling me why it is you're sleeping in my bed," Orochimaru hummed mockingly, a wide, predatory, smile on his face.
Kabuto swallowed dryly, turning his eyes to the far wall, unable to maintain eye contact at such proximity. "I was just…um…your desk is highly uncomfortable, Lord Orochimaru." The oto'nin wanted nothing more than to be able to just disappear. How could he have let himself do this?! He should have known better. But then, hindsight was 20/20.
The pale man raised an unimpressed eyebrow, tilting his head slightly and causing more of that soft hair to swipe across Kabuto's heated face. "So…what? You were going to sleep on my desk, Kabuto?"
"No," Kabuto corrected with a small frown, forcing himself to ignore the distracting feel of velvety black hair, "I was trying to get some more of your paperwork done and I was sick of sitting in that awful desk chair of your's." He offered his own derisive smile, attempting a shrug from where he lay. "And your bed is more than big enough."
Laughing shortly, Orochimaru shifted slightly, pinning his subordinate's legs beneath his own. "If you wanted into my bed so badly, Kabuto," the snake manipulator purred, lowering his face toward's Kabuto's, "You could have just asked."
What?! Something odd had gotten into Orochimaru lately, and Kabuto decidedly did not like it. He knew the man lacked any sense of personal space, but there was no way anyone could misunderstand what Orochimaru was alluding to this time around. Squirming uncomfortably, the medic brought a hand up to gently push Orochimaru away from himself, retaliating uneasily, "That's hardly what I meant, Lord Orochimaru. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work that I need to get done before the day is out…"
Orochimaru placed two fingers firmly against Kabuto's lips, smiling hungrily. "Going so soon, Kabuto?" the San'nin intoned lightly, "But I just got here. And you look so cute sleeping in my bed."
"Your arrival happens to be the reason I see the need to leave, Lord Orochimaru," Kabuto countered, his snippy defensive tone contrasting the scarlet blush that stained his face. Orochimaru had called him cute! How degrading was this going to get? Fighting back against the other man with a little more conviction, Kabuto added, "Besides, I was just catching up on some of the sleep you've deprived me of lately. Now if you wouldn't mind letting me go…"
The San'nin tightened his legs around Kabuto's, drawing a sharp, stunned, gasp from the younger man, followed by an indignant glare. Smiling with saccharine sweetness, Orochimaru leaned in to whisper next to Kabuto's ear. "I don't think you understand the position you're in, Kabuto. You can't honestly expect me to just let you use my bed and leave without any consequences, can you?"
Frowning crossly, Kabuto retorted, "I'm sure there are other ways you can punish me, Lord Orochimaru. This is getting ridiculous." The medic was convinced that Orochimaru was simply toying with him as always, using his newly found power over his subordinate to exorbitant levels. And Kabuto was sick of being pulled around by his recently discovered hormones.
"Punish you, Kabuto?" Orochimaru asked innocently, lifting his head to meet the other's irritated stare, "Oh, I'm not going to punish you. I'm simply going to show you why it is I have such a large bed."
Kabuto's breath hitched in his throat. Suddenly this game seemed like it was taking a very serious turn. Orochimaru wasn't kidding anymore. He actually meant to…Face flushing, Kabuto fought harder against his master, trying desperately to squirm away. He couldn't meet the other's gaze any longer, and the soft, deriding laughter that met his actions sent shivers through his body.
The younger man's struggles were put to an end as Orochimaru lowered his weight more completely onto the other, the leader of the Sound taking a quick nip at Kabuto's reddened ear. "Hmm, why so shy, Kabuto?" the older man breathed, "You seemed to enjoy it when I kissed you earlier."
Gasping and panting at his master's teasing attention, Kabuto stammered pathetically, "K-kissing is one thing, L-Lord Orochimaru! Y-you're talking about…about…" He couldn't bring himself to actually verbalize the idea; it was just too much for him to think that that's what Orochimaru wanted from him.
"You mean sex, Kabuto?"
Kabuto's movements ceased altogether, his body stiffening and his heart racing. How could Orochimaru be so nonchalant about everything?! The oto'nin brought his hands up and gripped his master's shoulders none too gently, roughly attempting to force the other off of him. Why was Orochimaru even doing this?! This was a touch too drastic to simply mess with the younger man's mind.
Patiently dislodging Kabuto's vice like grip, the San'nin brought his mouth in to attack the smooth column of the medic's throat, licking against Kabuto's bobbing Adam's apple. The boy shut his eyes tightly, his breath coming in short gulps of air, his body arching involuntarily into his master's. This was so wrong, but it felt so right. Orochimaru's wickedly long tongue slid down into Kabuto's shirt, tracing a cool, wet line across the surgeon's heated skin, drawing a long low moan from the platinum haired youth's slack lips.
Tangling his hands in Orochimaru's thick black hair, Kabuto panted heavily, "Ah! L-Lord Orochimaru! I-I…I need…Oooh…" His glasses were still on his face, now sitting crooked and obscuring his vision. His own silver hair was mussed from both sleeping and writhing amongst the mound of soft pillows. He'd never been so ravaged, never had anyone treat him like Orochimaru did. And it felt delicious.
"You need…what, Kabuto?" the San'nin murmured as he retracted his tongue, smiling against the warm skin of his medic's neck. God, the older man thrived on torture.
Kabuto tugged at his leader's hair, whimpering softly at the sudden halting of the doting ministrations. How was he supposed to say it? He could barely think it, much less articulate it. Yet Orochimaru clearly wasn't planning on continuing until Kabuto answered the question, the thought dragging another soft moan from the vulnerable oto'nin.
Swallowing his pride, Kabuto licked his lips and took several deep breaths. He had to say what Orochimaru wanted to hear, had to get the other man back to kissing and touching. "You," he finally managed to choke out, "I need you, Lord Orochimaru! Please."
The snake lord chuckled softly, sitting up to straddle Kabuto's hips, grinding his own down hard against the younger man, clearly taking joy from the submissive sounds that the usually arrogant medic made. "Is that so?" Orochimaru posed breathily, "And just what is it you need me to do?"
Was he serious?! He was going to make Kabuto say every god damn word?! Glaring up at his master, Kabuto attempted to convey how irate he was, clipping his words shortly. "I need you to do something. Touch me. Kiss me. I don't care. Just don't sit there."
"So impatient, Kabuto," the San'nin hummed, leaning down to kiss along his medic's jawline. "How's this, hmm?" Orochimaru's long, tapered fingers slid under Kabuto's shirt, sharp nails dragging along sensitive skin.
Kabuto yelped, arching into the touch, dry sobs racking his body at the overwhelming sensations that washed over him. He wanted more of everything, and Orochimaru was just playing with him. It was sheer erotic anguish. Why did he have to go and fall for a sadistic lunatic? Why couldn't he have picked someone who didn't take pleasure in watching him squirm?
Withdrawing his hands to pull roughly at Kabuto's hair, Orochimaru forced the boy's head back, kissing him aggressively, that addictively long tongue forcing its way into Kabuto's inexperienced mouth. The oto'nin groaned low in his throat, clutching desperately to the fabric of his master's clothes. Kabuto twined their legs together, attempting to pull the older man in for any contact he could get.
The pale man pulled away abruptly, licking his lips slowly as he looked at Kabuto's disheveled appearance. His amber eyes smoldered with suppressed lust and desire, his own breathing coming in shorter intervals. "Tell me something, Kabuto," Orochimaru pressed, tugging lightly at the boy's hair.
"Anything, Lord Orochimaru, just don't stop! Please!" Kabuto was near tears from the buildup of sexual tension in his body. It was getting to the point where it actually hurt. And all Orochimaru could do was sit there and interrogate him. If the older ninja didn't do something soon, Kabuto was sure he was going to die from forced restraint.
Orochimaru laughed at Kabuto's desperation, shifting his hips against the other's in order to keep the boy from going mad. He slid one hand down to gently stroke Kabuto's face, keeping his touch feathery. "Who do you belong to, Kabuto?"
What?! What kind of ridiculous question was that?! Shaking his head, Kabuto managed to pull enough coherent thoughts together to form an answer. "You, Lord Orochimaru! I belong to you and you alone! I would do anything for you! Now, please, stop teasing me!!"
Lowering his head, Orochimaru kissed Kabuto warmly. "As tempting as that sounds, Kabuto, I've heard all I need to." Then, quite abruptly, Orochimaru swung himself off of the flustered medic, planting his feet on the floor and straightening himself out.
"Wh-what?!" Kabuto stammered incredulously, sitting up, his glasses practically falling off his face, "You're just going to leave?! B-But you were…I thought…What is going on here?!" The oto'nin was confused, more so than he ever had been. One minute he couldn't get his master to leave him alone, the next, when he actually decides he wants it, Orochimaru just up and leaves.
The San'nin turned and regarded Kabuto curiously, a faint smile of amusement on his lips. "Oh come now, Kabuto," he chided, "You can't honestly think I was serious, can you? I simply needed to know you were mine. I had a rather…unpleasant encounter today, and your name came up. I was just making sure."
Kabuto managed to right himself, hurriedly getting to his feet and catching the retreating leader's shoulder. He knew he must have looked like a mess, but the hell he cared. His dignity was on the line and he'd be damned if he just let Orochimaru walk out of the room with it. Forcing the other man to face him, Kabuto demanded perhaps a tad too harshly, "No! That doesn't make sense! You just did this to test my loyalty?!"
"Are you deaf, Kabuto? Or did I stutter?" Orochimaru looked anything but impressed as he looked his personal medic over. "You lie far too well for your own good, and it's sometimes difficult for me to tell when you're being honest with me. However, everyone is easier to read when they're in the throes of passion. And when I found you already in my bed…it was too easy to pass up Kabuto." He laughed shortly, shaking his head and scoffing. "Now go clean yourself up. You look…filthy."
Stammering incoherent sounds of disbelief, Kabuto shook his head slowly as he watched his master walk away. He couldn't believe it. It had all been…another game?! Orochimaru was using him…again?! Swearing none too subtly, Kabuto picked up the first thing he found and hurled it across the room, watching the candle hit against the stones, splattering hot melted wax everywhere, the flame instantly extinguished. That was it!! Orochimaru could do his own damn work!! Kabuto was never going to respond to the man's summons again! He had plenty of his own work to accomplish!!
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I do so lo~ve tormenting poor Kabu-kun. And the occasional Sasuke abuse never hurt anyone. Well...except Sasuke. HA!