Sasori x Kabuto again. I'm pretty sure this is a LIME.

The cab drove Ayame, Deidara, and Ayame to the mansion at a slow pace, which was perfect for them. Sasori held Ayame in his arms, kissing the top of her head repeatedly.

"Don't scare me like that, you had me worried there." he said.

"Do you feel better, Ayame un?" Deidara asked while fiddling with some clay he brought along.

"Yeah, I feel much better."

"What are the pills for un?"

"To help stimulate the production of red blood cells, since I keep losing so much blood."

They arrived at the mansion after a good 20 minutes and paid the driver for his troubles. Ayame ran up the cobblestone way and wrenched open the door to find everyone waiting for her. Tobi immediately tackled her, sending her to the ground.

"Tobi was worried about Ayame! Is Ayame okay?"

"Yeah, Tobi I am." She gasped out, for he was sitting on her ribs, making it hard for air to flow into her lungs.

"Tobi, get off of Ayame, now un!" Tobi backed off from Ayame, letting her be helped up by Konan.

"You had us all worried there," Pein voiced from within the group, "I haven't heard someone vomit that much since Konan--"

"Pein, enough." Konan glared at him, making him shut his yap.

"She ruined my toilet, but it doesn't matter as long as she's okay." Kisame remarked, but muttered to himself," Although, it was good porcelain."

"Man, I thought she'd never stop. Remember when I got food poisoning on the trip to France?" Hidan asked.

"Yeah, you were in the bathroom for about 23 hours each day; backed up the toilet more times than I could count." Itachi commented.

"I know, I swore to Jashin I coughed up a bit of my left lung one time."

"Pushing that aside," Konan said, trying to change the subject, "the point is that Ayame is okay, right?" They all looked to her, and Ayame was feeling nervous. She couldn't tell them that she was pregnant, not now at least.

She smiled weakly, "Right."

Everyone walked past her to their rooms, for it was getting late, and they needed to rest up for their rare late-night feedings. All except Sasori, though, who hugged her tightly from behind, nuzzling his face into her neck.

"I love you." he whispered.

"Love you too." He scooped her up into his arms, carrying her up the stairs into their bedroom, and laid next to her on the bed, kissing every exposed bit of skin he could find. Ayame honestly felt uncomfortable by this show of affection; "Would he still love me if I told him I was pregnant?" she thought. He rested his head on her chest, listening to her heart beat in silence. Sasori closed his eyes, pretending to fall asleep.

Ayame watched as Sasori closed his eyes, and did the same. "I'll tell them tomorrow." She thought, before falling asleep.

Sasori waited until her heart beat slowed down, for that indicated that she was reposing. He cracked open an eye, watching her for any signs of consciousness. When he found none, he ever so slowly lifted himself off of her body, getting ready for his meeting with his kugutsu. He put on his traveling cloak, and stowed a needle and some purple liquid in a small glass vial into his pocket.

He lightly kissed his love's forehead, before making his way down the staircase to the doors.

"Sasori, where are you going?" Konan asked from the living room, wearing her pajamas, which she usually did when she stayed up late watching movies with her own love, Pein.

Sasori grinned, "Out, I'll be back by morning." Konan shrugged, and continued to watch TV with Pein, curling up beside him on the couch.

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Dr. Yakushi entered the door to his house, flicking on the hall light switch near the door. He looked around; home sweet home.

He shrugged off his lab coat, hanging on the coat rack, and yawned. Until he put it on in the morning, he was simply Kabuto. He yawned once more, but stopped himself.

"No time for sleep, "he thought, "Not with that red headed bastard on his way here." He needed to prepare himself for, and possibly prevent, Sasori's visit tonight.

STEP 1: Lock the door. That was easy enough. Kabuto turned around and locked the door.

STEP 2: Lock the windows. Kabuto went through every room of his house, shutting and latching the door shut, along with pulling the curtains and blinds down.

STEP 3: Coffee. He trudged into his kitchen, brewing a cup of 'jo to keep him up through the night to watch out for the vampire.

He sat at the dining room table, watching TV from the living room while he waited for the coffee to finish brewing. He glanced at the clock on the stove; 9:30 P.M.

Damn it, he had work early in the morning, he shouldn't be up this late! He always went to bed early, so that he wouldn't be groggy in when he woke up. He poured himself some coffee from the pot into a mug and took a sip, waiting for the caffeine to kick in.

Kabuto took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands.

"Tired?" a voice asked from behind him.

"Yeah…" he answered absently.

Kabuto's eyes shot open in his hands, and he looked behind him, accidently knocking his glasses off the table in the process. He saw a fuzzy black and red form standing before him, but he didn't need to see through his glasses to know who it was.

Kabuto jumped out of his chair, backing up from his enemy, his worst nightmare, his former master… and lover.

He backed up until he heard glass breaking; he looked down and groaned. He lifted his sock covered foot, to see the faint outline of his glasses, broken in clean in half.

"Aww, did you break your glasses?" Sasori's voice asked with fake concern.

"Shut up." Kabuto muttered, bending down to pick up his eyewear. Sasori shrugged off his cloak, making himself at home. He sat in Kabuto's chair, folding his arms.

"That's no way to speak to your former master."

" 'Former' being the key word."

"Touché." Sasori laughed a little as he said this; he missed his little kugutsu's sharp tongue and wit.

"So," Kabuto began after setting his glasses on the table, "Why are you here?" He didn't bother asking politely, he was way past niceties.

He saw the blur on the chair move so quickly that it made him dizzy. The doctor felt Sasori press his body against his own from behind.

"Can't a master visit his kugutsu to see how well he's doing?" He whispered in his ear. Kabuto stiffened defensively.

"No, besides, I'm doing fine without you in my life." He hissed. He could feel the vampire breathe lightly on his neck.

"Are you sure?" he replied dangerously, "Because, if I recall, you could barely help yourself. I remember how desperately you tried to find the remedies to the poisons I gave you." He groaned mentally, those words brought back painful memories that he had, for the last two years, been trying to stuff those nightmarish experiences into the back of his mind. But those words brought them all back again, fresh into his mind.

Thank you so much, Sasori.

He shuddered, making Sasori smirk as he traced the mark he had left on his kugutsu with a pale finger, and then pressed his lips gently against it.

The cold touch made Kabuto's legs go weak, and he fell forward on his hands and knees, trying to catch his lost breath. He could feel himself breaking out in a cold sweat, and didn't notice Sasori kneel down in front of him.

Sasori slowly lifted the other man's head up, and almost lovingly, brushed the bangs out of the eyes that were so good at hiding emotion.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Kabuto's, making his eyes go wide in shock. He tried to back up, but Sasori held his head in place, preventing him from escape. He brushed his tongue against his lips, but the silver-haired man pressed them into a hard line, giving him make no entry. Sasori became impatient, but calmed himself down.

He always had ways of bending his kugutsu to his will.

He drifted one of his hands down his chest, past his navel. He grabbed his crotch, making him gasp, creating an opening for the vampire. Sasori slipped his tongue into his mouth, smirking as he did so. Kabuto mentally scolded himself. He knew all of Sasori's tricks to get to him, and yet he let them happen. Was he enjoying this?

He fought with Sasori's tongue for dominance, but like every single time this kind of thing happened, he lost. Kabuto tried to wrench the redhead off of him, but he stayed latched onto him no matter how hard he tried. He gave up, for he knew he couldn't defeat his master at this.

Sasori sneaked his hands up his shirt, feeling up his muscled abs. He groaned a little as he traveled farther up his shirt.

"Ugh, Kabuto, you're so fit." He said, muffled by Kabuto's mouth, "I can't believe missed out on these abs of yours…" Kabuto didn't take it as a compliment. Here he was, the man who had raped him countless times during his apprenticeship with him, and the vampire seemed to forget all about Ayame.

Did he even know that she was pregnant yet? And if so, did he even care? Was she some toy he could nail anytime he wanted to, while giving her the illusion that he truly loved her? He had been down that road before, a long, long, long time ago…

Sasori noticed him staring off into space and released him from his tongue probing, staring into his eyes.

"What's wrong, Kabuto?" Sasori asked, smirking down at him. His smirk faded, however, when he saw Kabuto smirking back at him, a smirk that he often used to get into people's minds.

"Nothing, Sasori, I'm just imagining the look on Ayame's face when I tell her you've been nailing me all this time." Sasori immediately pulled himself off of him, glaring hard. Kabuto sat up, his smirk growing wider by the second.

"That's right, I will tell Ayame. And don't think I won't tell her about my tragic past with you. I'm sure she would be appalled by your sex addicted behavior." Sasori slapped him across the face, making him fall on his back.

He laughed at the impact. He knew he had him there.

"Have I struck a nerve?" He asked, sitting up again.

"No." he growled.

Kabuto got to his feet and made his way to his bedroom, stumbling slightly over nothing, not caring if Sasori followed him down the hallway. The vampire leaned against the doorway as he watched Kabuto fumbling around in his nightstand drawer, trying to find his extra pair of glasses.

He found the glasses, slipping on his face. He turned to Sasori and, walked over to him. They stared into each other's eyes for a long time. Sasori raised his hand in a waving gesture, and then stuffed it into his pocket, where the needle and the vial of purple liquid resided.

"Well, it's been nice seeing you, kugutsu." He stalled, while inside his pocket he was busy flipping the lid and dousing the needle in the liquid with skilled fingers. He held the needle between his fingers, poised and ready.

"Before I go, I'd really appreciate it if you would give me a goodnight kiss." He tapped the side of his cheek with a finger of his free hand. Kabuto gave him a disgusted look, and raised arm back, about to punch him.

He shot his fist to his face, but Sasori captured his forearm with his own free hand. He whipped out the needle and plunged it into the skin, injecting him with the poison.

It took affect almost immediately, and Kabuto fell forward, face first, onto the floor.

"My little goodbye present, I hope you will enjoy it as much as I do." And with that, Sasori left him in a heap as the doctor fell into the spiraling dark of unconsciousness.

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