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Kabuto's eyes shifted sleepily. He was awake, but did not want to move. His thoughts floated around his head in broken pieces, like parts of a raft from a shipwreck. He slowly opened his eyes. The room was dimly lit by a single candle, almost completely burned out, the feeble flame threatening to completely eradicate the stub of wax it now so precariously sat upon.
Kabuto blinked once, twice, then turned his head and felt a jolt of sweet pleasure, and the memories of a night spent in a man's arms flooded back to him.
Orochimaru-sama was right beside him, his midnight dark hair falling across his sleeping face. His long arm was wound around Kabuto's waist, touching the curve of his groin, the other hand resting just beside his pillow.
He's so peaceful when he's asleep, thought Kabuto.
It was true. The sinister face was now serene and tranquil, his eyes closed and his breathing soft and slow. Kabuto wondered why Orochimaru-sama had not gone further last night. Instead of full penetration, Orochimaru had contented himself with long grasps and electrifying kisses. This was not at all like him.
Usually, if he had ever been in that disposition previously, he would have raped Kabuto without a second thought, regardless of how much he cared for him. It was his predatorial, dominating, sadistic nature.
Maybe that means he really cares for me…
Kabuto rustled the blankets and brushed his lips against Orochimaru's. The latter awoke at the slight touch, immediately sensitive to everything around him. He stretched, and peeked out of one green eye at Kabuto.
He grinned.
"Good morning, Kabuto…"
He propped himself up on his elbows over Kabuto's body, then leaned down and graced Kabuto with a long, vicious kiss. Kabuto shivered.
His Sama relinquished his lips from Kabuto's, to Kabuto's longing dismay. Orochimaru got off of the bed, still naked, his long, sinuous body twisting and rippling with muscles in the darkness. Kabuto found that he enjoyed watching his master's backside.
He giggled softly and his face reddened like a school boy with a crush. Orochimaru did not seem to notice. He slipped his robes on and tied them, turning back to Kabuto with an unamused look on his face. He had such a deadpan stare that Kabuto blinked and hurriedly looked away.
Orochimaru strode over to the bed and sat beside Kabuto. Kabuto involuntarily shifted away. Orochimaru grabbed him and held him close, his breath hot against Kabuto's throat. His bandaged hands playfully tweaked Kabuto's nipples.
Kabuto's skin trembled with pleasure, his still-naked body embraced with desire.
"I want you to do something for me, Kabuto…"
Orochimaru whispered the words into Kabuto's skin, his tongue reaching out slowly to touch Kabuto's neck.
"Will you, Kabuto?"
The question came out as a slow, seductive whisper. Kabuto reached out and held onto his Sama, for he needed something to steady his breathing, which was gradually growing faster.
"…Anything, Orochimaru-sama…"
This seemed to be the answer Orochimaru wanted, because he threw Kabuto back onto the bed and invaded his mouth with his long tongue, intruding deep into Kabuto's throat. As soon as he had started he stopped, and abruptly got off of the bed.
"Go."
And Kabuto did not need any more urging than that.