Betrayal

Kabuto set off again, feeling perplexed and strangely confused. But all those thoughts were driven away; Orochimaru's hiding place came into sight, and his heart swelled with desire and longing for his Sama, his master.

There was no other.

He jumped down, the scrolls clutched tightly in his hand. His anticipation soared, and he pushed open the door.

And stopped dead.

Orochimaru's emerald eyes turned coldly to greet him with a green stare. He was half-naked, his robe hanging haphazardly on the muscled frame of his body. Another man, inhumanly pale, with bloodred eyes, sat up on the bed. He was completely naked. His face was impassive.

Orochimaru's crooked grin widened, semen dripping from his mouth.

"I expected you back later."

The scrolls slipped from Kabuto's hands and rolled onto the floor.

"Ah, well."

Orochimaru got off of the bed and strode over to Kabuto, shutting the door and kneeing him in the ribs. Kabuto felt blood drip from his mouth as what felt like a hard brick wall connected with his stomach and upper abdomen.

He fell to the floor, his glasses flying from his face, shattering beneath Orochimaru's bare foot. He was sobbing.

"Orochimaru-sama…how, h-how could-?"

He grabbed onto his Sama's robes pleadingly. Orochimaru let out a maniacal bark of laugher. His green eyes were sadistic and wide, glittering and spinning with every twist of his long body.

"How could I what, Kabuto? You believed yourself to be special?"

He leaned down, mock pity on his face, and brought Kabuto's lips to his own. It was a fierce, insanely painful kiss. Tears streamed down Kabuto's face.

"But…"

"You were just a pawn there for my enjoyment. Nothing more than that."

"I thought you…c-cared-"

By now, the pale man had come to stand beside his Sama.

Orochimaru reduced his laughter to a chuckle.

"Kabuto, Kabuto…care for you? For you? You are just an object, and of no more importance than that. Kimimaru, however…"

The man called Kimimaru leaned and fastened his mouth against his Sama's.

Kabuto's world had been shattered as easily as glass. His own blood on the floor, watching the man he loved kiss another, grimacing from pain inflicted by that same man. His hand achingly pressed against his chest. He wanted an escape from this suddenly cruel world. He had been horribly, terribly mistaken.

How could he have been so blind!

But he knew how; he had loved Orochimaru-sama too much to acknowledge that Orochimaru did not love him.

Orochimaru and Kimimaru had parted and stared down at him.

"It was interesting playing the part of sympathetic teacher. But you are disposable," said Orochimaru.

"Shall I put him out of his misery?" asked Kimimaru.

Orochimaru smiled, fangs curving over his bottom lip.

"Please do."

Kabuto felt something strike his face. Then the world went black and he knew no more.

He awoke to darkness, complete and dominating. There was no flickering candle, there were no bright stars. He was alone. His arms were clasped in black, iron chains. His legs were free, but he couldn't do much with them.

Suddenly the door opened.

It was Orochimaru.

Hatred and misery and longing flooded his soul. He turned away and said:

"Why aren't I dead yet?"

Orochimaru cocked his head to the side, like a particularly vicious cat deciding how to toy with its prey.

"Soon, Kabuto. But, you see, I want to have my way with you before I kill you."

His green eyes glittered maliciously in the darkness.

And as Kabuto heard the large, wooden door slam shut and felt those snakelike fingers wind around the shaft of his cock, he knew it was he that would be screaming this time.

Kabuto's body was on fire. Every single part of his body burned in a hell of pain, and there was nothing he could to stop it. Orochimaru slid his cock out of Kabuto, relinquishing the shaft with a sucking noise. Blood and semen mingled freely on the cold floor below.

Orochimaru stood and slipped on his robes, then turned to Kabuto with a twisted smile and said;

"I think I shall keep you alive a little longer."

The sick, twisted bastard!

The door clicked softly shut, and in that moment Kabuto would have given anything to be dead.

It was three nights of open purgatory. Every night around midnight, Orochimaru would enter the room and rape him. The skin around his cock and ass was raw and bleeding, and bite marks covered his shoulders and arms.

Malnutrition and cold combined to make this hell even more terribly nightmarish, and by the second day he had a horrible, racking cough.

On the third night, after having his way with Kabuto, cock fully erected, spurting cum from its hilt, and blood that was not his own dripping from outstretched fingers, Orochimaru looked down and said;

"I think I shall kill you tomorrow. You have been put through far too much suffering; have you not, my little pet?"

He leaned down and pressed a ferocious kiss to Kabuto's bruised lips, and he felt pain shoot through his body. Then Orochimaru threw him contemptuously to the ground and left the room.

Kabuto closed heavily-lidded eyes, seeing, hearing, and praying no more.

No one was coming.