I stopped returning to my cell. Instead, I chose to sleep next to Kabuto in his room. He held me close through the night, his cold body leeching the heat from mine. I wouldn't have it any other way. The first morning I awoke there, he was already staring at me.
"Good morning, Melo."
I stretched, then nestled into him.
"Good morning."
"I hope this bed is as comfortable as you found it before."
He chuckled. I remembered the day I had invaded his room, he had walked in on me while I was…
"Shh."
I kissed his chest instead of answering. He smirked, then shook himself loose and rose from the bed.
"Why the early start?"
"A habit from before, I suppose. And I do have work to do."
From before…when he still worked under Orochimaru. He always admired his teacher. How is he feeling now?
I watched his face carefully. It revealed nothing.
"Listen, if you even need to talk about that, I'm here for you."
His eyes narrowed, then relaxed into a tired, melancholic expression.
He looks so helpless.
"He was…I'll be fine. Thank you for offering."
I got out of bed and started getting ready for the day.
"You don't need to accompany me, you're free to do as you like, you know."
"I know. So I'm coming with you."
He smiled gratefully, the sadness never leaving his eyes.
You're not leaving my sight ever again, not if I can help it.
We ate breakfast together. He dined quietly as he sat across from me, responding with only short answers when I asked him a direct question. When we finished, he set the corpse puppet to doing the dishes and started leading me to his lab. When we were halfway down the last hall we'd need to travel through, he paused.
"I think…talking about it might help, actually. If you're still willing to hear it."
"Of course."
He took a deep breath, then turned to a door beside him. His hand wavered as he reached for it, resting for a moment on its cool handle. It creaked as he pushed it open. I followed him into the empty room.
"This is…where it happened."
No furniture remained in the room. It was empty of absolutely everything, except the torches in their sconces on the walls. There were a few scrapes gouged out along the floor and the walls, but it was otherwise unremarkable, save its barrenness. He walked to the center of the room, and I followed. The door creaked close behind us.
"After he died, I…I didn't leave this room for days. I didn't eat, I didn't sleep. I just sat. I couldn't believe it."
"Oh, Kabuto, that must have been so difficult for you."
"It was. I think part of me died with him."
His voice cracked, and he was unable to continue for several long moments. Only the crackling sound of the burning torches was audible in the room. The light danced unevenly over his features, making them look harsher and then softer in turn, changing his expression as it moved over him.
"It was hard. His body began to…break down."
I winced at the pain in his voice, then pressed myself against him where he stood. He wrapped his arms around me, then stepped back.
"It only seemed right that part of him…should live on with me. Before his body had time to rot, I scraped a few of his cells. I cultured them in a petri dish, then…well…"
He gestured down to himself.
"This is the only way to keep them alive. It takes all of my energy to feed this second life force inside of me, but…I wasn't ready to lose him."
"Does it hurt?"
He didn't answer me. I spoke again.
"I don't think I understood how important he was to you until now."
"He was the first person who saw me. I mean really, truly saw who I was. And he chose to support me, and to teach me. He was a great man. Like a father to me, almost. And a teacher. And a leader."
"I'm so sorry."
He breathed for a moment, calming himself, then continued.
"I cleared everything out of this room and burned it. I hoped it would make it easier to walk by it on the way to my lab every day. But I still feel…"
He looked lost, set adrift into a sea of emotions he was never equipped to deal with.
"I wish I knew how to make you feel better, but there's no magic way to fix that kind of hurt. But, if it means anything, I understand how you feel."
I fought the urge to add 'I've lost people too. I was a prisoner here, remember?', but when he looked at me I saw that I might as well have said it anyway. He knew.
"Yesterday, when you found me in the lab. You sort of took control away from me. It made me feel…better. Freer."
I grinned, glad to be back in more familiar territory.
"Well, if you'd like, we can do that again."
He smirked.
"That's not quite what I was thinking. Yesterday, I was able to feel like I assume you usually feel during our 'encounters'. Is my assumption correct?"
"It certainly looked like it, yes."
"I thought so. It made me start thinking…about what it would be like to be someone else."
I looked at his new, scaly body.
You're kinda already doing that, aren't you? But I know what you mean, I think. It was nice to feel more in control, the way you usually get to feel.
"So, Melo. What would you say to a little roleplay?"
My breath caught in my throat.
"I haven't tried anything like that before. I'm open to it."
He laughed, sounding a bit nervous.
"I have always appreciated that 'can do' spirit of yours."
His nervous energy was contagious. I tried to push through it by ignoring it.
"So uh…did you have anything particular in mind?"
He swallowed, then stepped close again. He brought his lips close to my ear to answer, barely breathing.
"I'd like you to be…me."
"And who would…uh…you be in this?"
I suspected that I already knew the answer.
"Him. I never got the one thing I needed from him most."
I knew it.
I gulped down several breaths of air, steeling myself for the incoming wave of awkwardness before answering.
"Yes, if that's what you need. I'll try."
"Good~."
He kissed my forehead, then stepped back, his voice taking on a new layer of smoothness. His face shifted to look more confident, bordering on imperious.
"Then, 'Kabuto', if you're ready. Kneel."
Hearing him call me by his name sent a strange thrill through me, one which I was not at all prepared for. I dropped to my knees without a second thought. I landed hard against the floor, not bothering to acknowledge the impact.
"Good boy, always so quick to obey my orders."
"Yes…"
Yes what? Sensei? Sir? I haven't really seen them interact much…
"Sorry, what did you call him?"
"When I thought about him like this, it was always 'Master'."
Was that often?
"Yes, Master."
He shivered. I had to bend my neck at a difficult angle to look up at him. He glared down at me as if I was an object, barely worthy of his notice. His lips were upturned into a careless sneer.
He plays the part well. I should try to, too.
"I need something special from you today, 'Kabuto'."
"Anything, Master."
My response sounded unnatural to me, but it did its job. His eyes closed, and he took a few deep breaths before continuing.
"Let's put that golden tongue to use, shall we?"
I looked up at him, towering above me. I let my mouth fall open, tongue stretching down past my chin. He parted his cloak, exposing himself to me. His twin hemipenes stood fully erect, waiting for my attention. I took one into my mouth, licking it greedily a few times before closing my lips around it. He trailed a hand through my hair, gathering it to hold it behind me. I bobbed my head up and down his length a few times, using my hand to caress and tug at the other one. His face relaxed as I swallowed him up. He pulled me off of him by my hair, switching to press the second cock against my lips without speaking. I swapped my hands and mouth immediately, tasting this one as needily as the first.
"You really do enjoy serving me, don't you boy?"
I pulled my head back to answer him.
"Yes, Master. Please let me serve you."
His eyes closed, eyelids fluttering for a moment, then he looked down at me.
"I never said you could stop."
He pressed his cock down my throat, holding me in place with the fist he balled into my hair. I worked on his other cock with my hand. As he started moving against me, I stilled the hand I had wrapped around him so he could fuck both it and my mouth at his own pace. I felt my legs growing impossibly slick with wetness as he rocked into body.
I can't get enough of this taste…his taste.
After an especially deep thrust, he held himself in my throat. I felt myself begin to choke. I looked at him, eyes watering, and waited for him to pull back. He didn't.
"Can't take it, 'Kabuto'? How disappointing."
He looked anything but disappointed, grinning teeth and eyes sparkling hashly in the torchlight as he watched me struggle. I felt dizzy, desperate for more.
Is this what it's like? To completely belong to someone?
"I suppose you'll just have to be useful in another way."
He pulled out of my mouth and I coughed, wiping the drool from my face with the back of my hand.
"Stand and face the wall, boy."
I rose to my feet unsteadily, then walked to the nearest wall. Kabuto stepped closely behind me, shadowing my position. He grabbed my hands in each of his and placed them against the wall. I spread my fingers so that the cool stone rested against my palms. I felt him pull my pants down with one smooth motion.
"This is what I need from you, 'Kabuto'. Do you think you can handle it?"
"Yes, Master. Yes~"
He grabbed my hips with his cool hands and drug me back a few steps. My hands and face remained pressed against the wall, my body bending at a ninety degree angle as he positioned me. I felt him rub his hand between my legs, slicking his finger with my wetness. He smeared it over my ass, then withdrew his hand. The head of one of his cocks pressed against my back entrance, while the other bent up between my cheeks and towards my back.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes~"
He started pushing into me, unbearably slowly.
"Please use me, Master."
He shot forwards, driving into me with enough force that I bumped against the wall.
"Ah~! Master! I…"
He rocked into me at a cruel speed, and I felt myself pushed into the cold stone in front of me with every thrust. I looked back at him. His face was twisted in pleasure, gaze unfocused and clouded. My own moans could barely be contained.
I can't believe I'm having that much effect on him. I've never seen him so out of control.
My thoughts grew incoherent as he moved inside of me. All I thought, all I felt, all I was…was his servant.
What bliss.
"I…I need more from you."
His words came out as half demand, half plea.
"Anything, Master. Please~!"
His requested title sounded less awkward now, and my shout rang out as more genuine than when we started. He raked his hand through his hair before he pulled back, almost entirely out of me. He looked down, refocusing his gaze on my ass. He readjusted, then started pressing the head of the second cock in alongside the first. I felt like I was going to split in two.
"That's too much! I don't think my body can take it."
"Don't talk back to me. Obey your master and take it."
I shivered under him
Yes, please use me. I need it.
He slowly pushed the second head in, then paused for me to adjust. I stepped back into him.
"You're so tight~"
I wasn't able to answer him anymore. I was reduced to a moaning mess of intertwining sensations. Pleasure and pain strained every nerve in my body to their fullest extent. He buried himself completely inside me. He rested his hands on my hips, holding me steady.
"Do you like the way this feels, 'Kabuto'? Being used by your Master?"
I nodded my head.
He dug his nails into my skin, then started moving in me again, grinding his hips against me. I gasped, and let out a loud "ahh~!"
He crumpled over me, barely whispering as he worked himself in and out of me. His pace was punishingly fast, and I felt myself starting to unravel as he fucked me. I gasped to bring my breathing back under control, trying to out last him.
"I'm going to use you, 'Kabuto', because I need you. You're mine, understand?"
"Y-yes Master."
"Because I love you. You belong to me."
"I love you too, Master."
"And I'm never going to leave you, 'Kabuto'."
This is what he needed? Reassurance that he was valued by his Master?
"Fuck~, I'm gonna cum. Please, say my name. I need to hear it in your voice."
His name? His voice is so intense…But which name does he mean? It's hard to think…ahh~!
"Please cum in me, 'Orochimaru'. Or Kabuto. Whatever you'd like me to call you. Please just…"
He thrust into me again, and I felt him start to fill me. My own body began to shake, and I could feel my own orgasm starting.
"Please cum in me, Master~!"
His body collapsed onto mine, his moans turning into breathless gasps as he finished. I sank to the floor under him, bringing him down with me. He slipped out of me, holding me tight against him. I turned to press my face against his skin, savoring its eternal chill. I felt his seed spilling out of me. He cradled my head against his chest.
"I think…I feel closure now. I didn't hurt you, did I Melo?"
Closure is an interesting word for what we just did, but I'll allow it.
"No, sir."
"I couldn't stand it if anything happened to you."
"I'm okay, I promise."
"I just…I can't lose you too."
I looked up at him. Tears rolled down his face. I tried to push myself up to his face so I could kiss him, but he was holding me too tightly to move.
"I'm here, Kabuto, I'm right here."
His quiet crying turned to louder sobs. I kissed the skin on his chest, letting him crush me against him.
"Let it out, dear. It's okay. Everything's okay. This is a safe space."
He cried for what felt like an hour. Eventually, his loud wracking sobs turned back into quiet whimpers, and then silence.
"I belong to you too now, Melo. I hope you realize that."
"The feeling is mutual, I promise."
