Chapter Nine:
Every city, town or village has a place forgotten about by most of the inhabitants. An abandoned house; a dilapidated mill; a run-down factory. Something that the usual citizens passed and over-looked because even though it no longer served a function, it had simply been there for as long as they could remember. Such buildings are destined to be rediscovered and reclaimed, usually by the local children while playing hide-and-seek, or by the teenagers looking for somewhere to indulge in underage drinking.
Kabuto knew of several of these hideaways. Oftentimes, he had found solace in such a place when he needed to escape from his father's imposing figure, or his sensei's constant questioning or from any number of his small-minded classmates who were more interested in frivolous pursuits than of learning anything of real value. And now, he was going to use the abandoned farmhouse as a rendezvous point.
The old barn smelt of neglect and decay. The faint scent of charcoal permeated the wood, citing the reason it was no longer in use. Was it left here as a solemn shrine to someone who perhaps perished in the fire, or was it yet another example of Konoha's fear of change. It has stood here for many generations...
A cool voice snapped him out of his reverie.
"You are late. And you have failed."
It was a simple statement. Followed by a harsh slap. Kabuto was sent sprawling to the ground, landing in a pile of woodchips.
"You know how I hate failure, Kabuto."
The medic dared not reach for his glasses, which were now several feet away from him. Still, he wished he could have seen Orochimaru's expression more clearly.
So this is how it is going to be. First your promises of tenderness to reel me in. Just a taste of what it is like to be loved by you. I bet others were left craving for it as if you were some sort of potent drug. Then your cruelty for some imagined error. Do you think I am truly that addicted to you? That I would forget all that I am just to feel your sweet kisses again? You have sorely misjudged me.
"I think, given your orders, that I was actually quite successful, Lord Orochimaru."
"Are you getting smart with me, boy?"
The Sennin's tone was attempting to be harsh and reprimanding, but Kabuto caught the lilt of amusement hidden beneath it. The medic couldn't contain his own hollow laughter that erupted from his very core.
"Are you going to punish me for being so disobedient, my lord? I can play that game if you wish. Although, I think you may already realize that I'm likely to enjoy it."
Even through his fogged vision, Kabuto could see the changes washing over Orochimaru's face. Rage quickly gave way to shock. Which eventually gave way to pure predatory delight.
"Would you now, Kabuto? Are you telling me that you failed on purpose?"
The medic met the response with a knowing smirk.
"No. You gave me an impossible mission. You wanted me not to succeed in capturing Sasuke."
With a fluid motion, the Sennin came to stand over the dust-streaked boy.
"The purpose of my attack was drawing attention away from your real target," Kabuto said. "With a traitorous spy on the loose, Konoha will be more preoccupied with me. Even if they do realize you are the one pulling the strings."
"Perceptive as always, Kabuto," Orochimaru replied.
"But there's more, isn't there? They're expecting the Sound Village to make a move from without, not from within."
Orochimaru looked down at his spy with a cold sneer.
"And you figured this out all on your own, did you?"
"Simple logic, my lord. Besides, I wouldn't be much of a right-hand man if I couldn't predict your strategies."
"And what else do you predict, Kabuto?"
"That either you'll kill me here for having served my purpose and for the knowledge I have. Or you'll keep me alive for your benefit."
"You aren't worried I'll opt for the former?"
"I am reasonably convinced that I can persuade you otherwise, my lord."
Orochimaru let out a sharp gasp of surprise at Kabuto's swift movements. They boy was bold, self-assured, and quite to the point, for that matter. He had the snake lord's pants down with one deft action and was planting lush kisses against his marble thighs.
How does it feel to have your own tactics turned against you, Lord Orochimaru?
Kabuto teased him with tongue and feathery touches until the Sennin roughly grabbed him by the hair and plunged into his eager mouth. The medic worked slowly, focusing all his attention on the older man's pleasure. He shifted his weight, trying to conceal his own mounting arrousal.
Orochimaru's golden eyes met his own for a brief moment before a twisted grin spread across the snake lord's face. Kabuto felt himself yanked to his feet harshly, still gasping for breath. The Sennin's hands slid over him, finding his hardened sex with a small laugh.
"Do you enjoy serving me, Kabuto?"
Orochimaru's voice was honey sweet and thick with lust.
"Y-yes, Lord Orochimaru."
The medic let out a ragged gasp as he felt the awkward Anbu clothing being skillfully removed piece by piece.
"Mmm, good boy."
Orochimaru's fingers pressed against his tight entrance, working themselves inside at a painfully prolonged pace. Just as Kabuto was starting to get comfortable with the sensation and enjoying the rhythm, the Sennin pulled out. Kabuto let out a small desperate whimper.
He had utterly lost control of the situation. Cursing himself for the way his body gave in so easily to Orochimaru's demands. One sign of weakness was all the snake lord needed to gain the upper hand. He quickly found himself up against the wall.
Both figuratively and quite literally.
Kabuto had assumed that there was little that Orochimaru did that could surprise him anymore, but the sheer strength of the man caught him off guard as he was hosted upwards by his hips. He wrapped his legs around the older man, forcing back a deep scream as he was slowly entered. Bright eyes watched hungrily as the medic's hand managed to wrap around his own length, finally finding some relief to his frustration.
The threat of being heard and subsequently exposed was bad enough. To be caught in such a compromising position with Orochimaru would only complicate matters further. He wasn't entirely sure if the Sennin would simply kill an intruder for daring to spoil his fun or if he'd force them to watch for a while first. Kabuto was half tempted to cry out just to see...
As if sensing the medic's thoughts, Orochimaru closed his mouth over Kabuto's, tongue licking into a messy kiss. It certainly put an end to any unwanted screams as his master rocked into him at an increasingly frenzied speed. He focused his eyes on the perfect visage of the other man, features awash with pleasure. Simply knowing that his master wanted this as much as he did had an intensely erotic effect on him. He began to grind his hips in time with Orochimaru's, meeting each thrust with equal zeal. A sharp nip to against his throat sent him spiraling over the edge, with the Sennin quickly in pursuit.
Sweat-drenched, panting, still clinging to one another, they sank to the ground. As Orochimaru toyed contentedly with his silver locks, Kabuto felt a sickening chill pool in the pit of his stomach. It was the realization that not only did he not care that he was being used, he was enjoying it. From the satisfied look on Orochimaru's face, he had the suspicion that the Sennin had decided that this fact was both a new and intriguing experience.
It was quite possible, Kabuto thought, that this was the first time the snake lord had tried to break someone who was already irreparably broken.