The Art of Being Used
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SUMMARY: Kabuto Yakushi was comfortable being used. However, what's a spy to do when he finds himself longing to be more than a tool to Orochimaru: a master he knows he must betray?
Chapter 13: Submission
Kabuto stood in the flickering candle light, shadows playing at him. His silver hair was in disarray, blood running down his chest from where the kanji had been carved, accented by deep gouges that lead up to a much bruised throat, various bites turning purple and a trail of red splashed the side of his check from his pierced left ear.
A single line of the crimson liquid slid down his chest, landing in a silver thatch of hair, staining it. His erection jutted up and muscles and sinew flexed and rippled.
Orochimaru had never seen a more arousing sight. Kabuto looked so incredibly sexy gazing at him from beneath those long lashes.
"What's the matter, Orochimaru-sama? Isn't this what you wanted; for me to play your whore? Your slave? Then I suppose I should obey your command to come, ne?"
Kabuto stopped moving backwards and ran a single hand down the slash mark from the kunai, traced the kanji, slid his hand lower, around the curve of his hip, traced the inside of his thigh, and stroked himself with feather light touch. He let out a breathy sigh and felt a heady rush of power as he watched his master come undone.
Something was different between them. This was unlike the last time. He had touched himself then too at Orochimaru command: he shuddered at the memory of running cool satin over his hot length, of playing with his own entrance for the Sannin's pleasure. He had enjoyed the experience and Orochimaru-sama had dominated that encounter. But now?
Kabuto could feel it, almost a palpable thing. Just who would dominate this battle was up for grab, and with it the possibly of cementing his relationship with Orochimaru-sama as his lover, as his trusted servant, and possibly as a partner. Kabuto was no man's slave and he would make sure Orochimaru knew that inside and out before this day was over.
Smirking, the medical ninja lowered to a crouch and cupped his sac, running his thumb back and forth over the delicate tissue. He reached up with his other hand and tugged on his nipple, letting his mouth open slightly as he exhaled.
"Orochimaru-sama," he moaned, his voice low and rough, eyes glinting as he watched the object of his desires tremble. The tip of his tongue licked his bottom lip, a hint of pink, before a flash of white as he worried his lip between his teeth drawing the Sannin's molten gaze.
Kabuto leaned forward until he was perched on his hands and knees. "Are you going to come and get me? But, you did tell me to come. Then this," he purred as he crawled towards Orochimaru, "is what you want? A slave, obeying your every command?"
Orochimaru couldn't breathe. His lungs were on fire and when the hell had Kabuto become so fucking seductive? The boy was on his hands and knees crawling towards him and yet he felt as if had lost control of the situation. He crooked a finger and motioned Kabuto to come. Kabuto lowered his head, his hair framing his face, and Orochimaru missed the malicious smile that crossed his face.
Kabuto changed his movements from aggressive to passive and kept his head low and sidled up to the Sannin. He pawed at him and pitched his voice high. "You want me to fawn over you? To simper? To lose myself until all that's left is a docile toy?"
Orochimaru's lust dropped at the high pitched squeak that came from Kabuto and irritably shook the pawning hands off him.
Kabuto's shoulders shook in silent smug laughter under his curtain of hair. He raised his head, capturing the Sannin in his gaze. "Then you don't want me to be a slave? Because that's what a slave does. They fawn and concern themselves with frivolities in pathetic attempts to catch their owner's attentions. Just mindless toys."
Orochimaru growled, not sure how he had lost control yet again. He was the master in this relationship! But he didn't want this clinging. He wanted his Kabuto, the smart mouthed medic who challenged him, kept him on his toes, aided him, provided companionship, and had a twisted sadistic streak very much like his own. "If I wanted to fuck a mindless puppet Kabuto, I would go to one of the many women and men who throw themselves at me!"
Kabuto smiled again and swept Orochimaru's feet out from under him and rolled his body on top, pressing close. He let his breath fan across the Sannin's face. "Then what do you want Orochimaru-sama?"
Kabuto traced the purple markings with his fingers again and titled his head down, brushing his lips across Orochimaru's briefly and then followed the path his fingers had taken with his tongue. Orochimaru shuddered under his touch, allowing the caresses.
Kabuto delighted at the Sannin's apparent submission and his blood thickened. 'So, this is what it feels like to have one of the world's strongest nins at your mercy,' he reflected. The power this man contained, the intelligence, the sheer vitality, and all of it were his to manipulate, caress, and plunder. Was this how Orochimaru-sama felt when he had Kabuto at his mercy?
Orochimaru arched into Kabuto's touch and couldn't deny the frisson that ran up his spine at being held down by him. He bit his lip as Kabuto traced the contours of his face, over his eye markings, gliding down high cheekbones, nipping at his chin and jaw. Silver hair ticked at his face and shoulders and he inhaled the scent of wood and earth. Something coiled in his gut and he felt torn as half him demanded that he seize control and the other exalted in the sensation of being controlled. His mind flashed to guilty fantasies of Kabuto fucking him and he groaned. He pulled Kabuto's mouth to his and kissed him desperately, drowning in a maelstrom of caresses and touches.
Kabuto kissed back, eagerly demanding entrance and was granted it. He licked into the older man, running his tongue along sharp canines. He broke the embrace and captured the full lower lip, suckled, and then decided to make the Sannin bleed as he had. Cutting into the delicate skin he nursed the wound and outlined the hot mouth under his with his tongue.
Kabuto pulled back, braced on his forearms, his chest heaving. "Is this what you want from me? What am I to you?"
Orochimaru slid his hands up the trembling arms of his medic and rolled them, on top once more. Where was this coming from? What had Kabuto so upset? He stared down at the younger man. "What game are you playing at Kabuto?"
Kabuto laughed harshly. "Game? You think this is a game? This isn't a game, Orochimaru-sama. You hold my life in your hands. What am I to you, what do you want from me?"
Shaking his head, Kabuto pushed against the pale chest on top of him, suddenly needing to get away. He sat up and scooted backwards. "Didn't you agree to my conditions, take my virginity, and throw me aside? Weren't you the one who said not to come near your room again?" Kabuto covered the symbols carved into his lower chest. "Why brand me as yours; to mark me as your slave, your servant, your lover? What do you want from me that I have not already given you? I have always been loyal to you, always given everything I had in your service. Am I to be forgotten like Kimimaro when you tire of me?"
Orochimaru's eyes widened at Kabuto's outburst. He heard the hurt, the anger, the confusion, and the desperate edge in Kabuto's voice. Orochimaru cursed at himself silently. He had had always prided himself on his ability to read people, their motivations, to understand what drove them, to understand what they needed and then give it to them. It was how he had built his hidden village. It was how he seduced people into his service.
One sure thought pounded in his head: Kabuto was his and he was not letting him go. He needed to figure out what the medic needed to hear and fast because he could actually feel Kabuto pull away from him and close up. He closed his eyes thinking furiously.
Kabuto scrambled to his knees, suddenly ashamed at his nudity. "I'm sorry Orochimaru-sama. I didn't mean to presume," he choked out. He skirted by the Sannin trying to reach his clothes and ignored the ache in his chest. How could he have been so foolish, so stupid? How could he have thought he was any different from the hundreds of people Orochimaru-sama used?
Orochimaru's eyes snapped open and he caught Kabuto's arm, preventing him from retreating. "Did I tell you that you could leave?"
Kabuto remained silent, eyes downcast and shook his head.
"This is about the binding isn't? That is why you have such a problem being referred to as a slave; because that is what they made you into against your will. Your clan and Akatsuki. I remember how vehement you were when I asked if you wanted me to remove Sasori's jutsu. How much you said you hated him, hated them."
He pulled Kabuto's body flush up against his own and still Kabuto refused to look at him. "I gave you the choice to serve me; you are far from a slave here. Would I promote an unthinking pawn as my personal assistant and doctor? As second only to myself in Sound? What do I want?"
Orochimaru pulled the silver head back and forced Kabuto to meet his gaze. "I want you by my side and in my bed. I want to know that I will never have to worry about your loyalty. I want the aggravating smug man who makes life so interesting around here. I want the best jounin in the Sound Village. I want the clever little spy who always seems to know exactly what to say to me. I want you to understand that I rule here and that you belong to me of your own free will and it is far to late for you to change your mind."
He stroked the kanji he had carved into Kabuto. "I branded you because you begged me, you begged for more. Some tools are meant to be discarded, Kabuto. After all this time with me I assumed that you had figured out that you are not part of that category."
He pulled the medic towards the table with him. "You understand me, better than anyone else I have known. You know that I am moody, fickle, selfish, and cruel. I have never claimed to be otherwise. Despite knowing all that, you were the one who instigated the change in our relationship. If you feel used you have no one but yourself to blame."
Orochimaru took in Kabuto's countenance. "You are angry with me for sending you away after sleeping with you." He laughed shortly. "And I am just as angry at finding out that the person I have trusted the most is now a potential threat to my life and always has been."
Both men stared at each other, weighing and measuring. Kabuto nodded and Orochimaru let him go. The medic pulled away. "You're right, Orochimaru-sama. I-forgive me. I'll get to work on the sketches tonight..."
"Kabuto," Orochimaru interrupted. "I still want you."
Kabuto turned back towards his master, the surprise evident on his face. "Bu-"
"I agreed to your conditions did I not?"
"You told me never to come near your room again! I'm not stupid. I know what that implies!"
The Sannin only shrugged. "I had just found out you are under someone else's control. I was upset."
Kabuto swallowed. "Why take the risk?"
Orochimaru smiled slowly, his eyes glittering. "I have not had a lover in years, and certainly not someone who arouses me as much as you do."
He mimicked Kabuto's earlier tease and loosened the ties to his pants and pushed the cloth down his hips. "You want me just as badly Kabuto. Do not bother denying it, you are already hard again. I am still furious, but I must admit the risk just adds more of a thrill to bedding you, ne?"
Orochimaru leaned back and the pants dipped dangerously low, hovering right above the erection tenting out. "Take my pants off Kabuto."
Kabuto closed his eyes, indecisive. Could he really do this again? It didn't take him long to make a choice. He had already given all that he was to Orochimaru-sama, how could he possibly deny him now? He opened his eyes and fueled by the whirlwind of emotions that had coursed through him all day he reached out, shoved the Sannin back, and violently tugged the garment off.
A harsh intake of breath was his only response as Kabuto dropped to his knees and swallowed Orochimaru whole, tired of foreplay, wanting to feel him, wanting to taste, and needing to hear his master cry out in pleasure because of him. He pulled back and licked at the salty fluid leaking from the slit.
Orochimaru shivered and forced the silver head back onto his cock and thrust, nearly gagging his lover. Kabuto answered by nipping warningly.
"Kabuto," he gasped. Pain and pleasure mixed and he surrendered control. For now.
Kabuto hummed around the thick arousal. He sucked, creating a vacuum and pulled back to the tip. Panting, he looked up and was caught in gold eyes. Never looking away, Kabuto wrapped his hands around the base of Orochimaru's erection and sucked. He felt decadent. Moaning, Kabuto pulled back. "Touch yourself Orochimaru."
A dark eyebrow rose and Kabuto wasn't sure if it was because he had given him an order or because he had done so dropping the honorary suffix. Smug satisfaction filled him as his master moved to do exactly as commanded and began to stroke his own length.
Kabuto decided to push his limits. "No, not with your hand. Use your tongue." He held his breath, waiting to see what would happen next.
A long pink tongue snaked down to the hard shaft and encircled it around the base, the tip of Orochimaru's tongue flicking the head. The muscle contracted and slid up the hard cock and back down again. Orochimaru grunted and braced himself against the table as fine tremors ran up his calves and thighs. Grunting, he tightened his grip around his erection.
Kabuto watched enthralled as his master jerked-off for him and rubbed his own aching need. Orochimaru-sama and his tongue should carry warnings. He felt hot, shaky, and needy. If this went on for much longer he was going to come pre-maturely and the feeling only intensified as he heard Orochimaru cry out at his own ministrations.
"Stop! I want you!"
Orochimaru pulled his tongue back and laughed softly, inordinately pleased. "So demanding Kabuto."
Kabuto pulled Orochimaru down and fastened their mouths together, winding his arms tight around the Sannin's chest. He rubbed against the hard body trying to create much needed friction. Kabuto pulled back, dizzy, and slid down the pale body, smooth and supple, tasting every inch as he made his way to his lover's groin.
He bypassed the heated shaft, drinking in every noise, every cry of pleasure the older man made. He licked the heavy sack underneath and gently suckled. He decided to put his medical knowledge to use and make Orochimaru scream for him. Chakra gathered around his fingertips as he stroked the expanse of skin of Orochimaru's perineum and was rewarded with a groan. Kabuto hummed and pressed harder, rubbing his fingers in a circular motion, sensitizing the nerve receptors and sent a flare of chakra out.
Orochimaru screamed.
Kabuto's cock twitched in response and he swiped his tongue downwards, working towards the tempting puckered entrance. He glanced up and stopped.
Orochimaru was panting, his head thrown back, black hair tumbling down his shoulders, sweat gleaming on his skin. His nipples were pebbled nubs and his face looked as if he were caught in beautiful agony.
Kabuto's mind went blank at the scene and he shook himself out of his daze. Hot, he was so hot. No man had the right to look that delectable. His own breath laboring in his chest he wrapped his left hand around Orochimaru's neglected member and watched the man arch in pleasure. He kept his strokes slow and teasing. He sucked on his index and forefinger, wetting them. Keeping his chakra flowing to the fingers Kabuto circled Orochimaru's entrance lightly, kneading and relaxing the muscles.
He tightened his grip, his strokes getting rougher, while slipping the tip of his index finger inside, chakra flaring. Orochimaru jerked upright. Kabuto plunged his finger deeper and added a second finger slowly. His chakra excited nerves, firing synapses of pleasure up his lover's body. Kabuto used his medical know how to heighten each sensation as he explored. Curling his fingers and twisting them up, he finally found Orochimaru's prostate. He deactivated the chakra flow and merely pressed his fingers into the bundle.
Orochimaru shook. Kabuto raised his head and swallowed Orochimaru's cock. He bobbed down once, twice, and then activated his chakra, pressing the two fingers embedded in his lover firmly down.
Orochimaru's back arched, he thrust down Kabuto's throat, screaming expletives as he came inside Kabuto's mouth.
Kabuto drank the warm liquid, swallowing every drop, noting the bitter salty taste with a faint hint of smoke. He sucked Orochimaru's cock a few more times, riding out the aftershocks. He pulled his head up, dark eyes filled with lust.
"I want you Orochimaru-sama."
Orochimaru hoisted himself to his elbow, his chest still heaving. He heard Kabuto's words, knew what they meant, and hesitated. Heavens knew he had fantasized about this, but was he really willing to hand over that much control? He closed his eyes, the heady mix of the day's emotions and revelations rushing him. He pushed Kabuto down onto his back, straddling him.
He pumped Kabuto's cock and slid his tongue down once more, twining it around the heated column of velvet wrapped over steel. He would let Kabuto have this. If this was what it took to keep Kabuto by his side then so be it, but he would not play submissive. Kabuto might need reassurance but he also needed to be reminded who was in charge.
Orochimaru wet Kabuto's length and bit his thumb smearing the blood across his tattoo, calling forth his snakes. They wound themselves around Kabuto and held him down. Satisfied that Kabuto was rendered immobile the Sannin bent down and enveloped Kabuto whole.
Kabuto cried out. "Please!"
Letting his saliva run down the hard shaft Orochimaru rose up and positioned himself above Kabuto, the blunt head nudging at his hole. "Please what Kabuto?"
Whimpering, Kabuto tried to move and nearly screamed out in frustration when he couldn't. Too much, it was too much. "Please, please Orochimaru-sama! Do something!"
Orochimaru felt the balance shift back to him and smirked. He hovered above Kabuto's cock, teasing. He did so enjoy making Kabuto talk dirty. "Tell me what you want Kabuto."
Kabuto thrashed his head and finally screamed out, "You! I want you! I want my cock in your ass! I want you to ride me! I want you to make me come so hard I pass out!"
"Is this what you want," Orochimaru asked sinking onto the hard cock inch by inch.
Kabuto gave a mix between a gasp and a sob as his erection disappeared into the hot vise like grip. He moaned and closed his eyes. "Ha-hai!"
"Open your eyes Kabuto. I want you to want as I fuck myself on your cock."
Kabuto opened heavy lids and watched as bidden. Everything else faded except for the vision before him and there was no doubt in Kabuto's mind that even though it was his cock in Orochimaru he was the one being possessed.
His lover rode him hard, bracing pale hands on Kabuto's chest, his hair creating an inky curtain, yellow gold eyes alight as he rocked back and forth, stopping to grind his hips down. He flipped his hair over his shoulders and leaned back, riding Kabuto hard. Orochimaru arched his head back and gave a cry of his own as his body exalted in the sexual act.
It was fast, frantic, and both men groaned as the moment changed; no longer about dominance, who controlled and who was possessed, but became a catharsis. Feelings, emotions, confessions, and words that the two could never speak out loud to the other, were gathered and released in a physical act as each man reached his peak and tumbled into a blinding light of fulfillment.