It became apparent in the days that followed our roleplay that Kabuto had inextricably linked emotional release to sexual release. Any time he came up against anger, sadness, or frustration, he found me. It became such a habit that I could tell, by the speed of his footsteps in the halls, by the force or the lack of force with which he threw open the doors between us, or by the quickness or stillness of his hands when he found me, what mood he was in. Lately, he had been frustrated more often than it wasn't. I looked him over as I pushed my way into his lab, teapot and two cups balanced on a tray held out in front of me.

Looks like today is another 'frustration' day. Poor thing.

He sat hunched over a desk in his lab, glaring steadily into a microscope. As I entered the room, the scent of the very strong black tea I had brought wafted over to him. He sat back and raked a hand through his hair, sighing as he swiveled in his chair to look at me.

"I seem to have hit a roadblock in my research."

"I'm sorry, dear."

"The transplants just aren't grafting the way they should on any other flesh. I've tried everything!"

"You'll figure something out, just keep trying."

"There's nothing left to try. We've grown entire human ears on the back of rats, and I can't even get a little bit of skin to stick with one for more than a few hours before it eats itself."

"That must be very frustrating."

I stacked a few of the papers strewn across his desk into a pile and set them to the side, clearing a spot for the tray. I poured two cups of tea and offered him one, relishing the brush of his fingertips across the back of my hand as he took it.

"You have no idea. And thank you."

He raised the steaming cup towards me before draining it and refilling it.

"I don't suppose that there's anything I could do to help?"

He laughed, but there was no real humor in it. His sarcastic half-smile didn't quite reach his eyes. He kept his head towards me, but I saw his eyes start to travel back towards his microscope beside him.

"No, not unless you've been hiding some significant surgical prowess from me. In which case, I have new concerns."

"I haven't, but…"

I gulped down my own tea and set the empty cup on his desk. I bent down to bring our faces level.

"I've been told I have a few other useful talents."

I leaned forward, placing a slow, languid kiss on his lips. I felt his attention settle on me as our lips melded together. His cup clinked into place next to mine on the desk, and I felt his hands rest on my shoulders. I savored the temporary warmth of his mouth, still hot from his drink, and the way his taste intermingled with the taste of the tea.

You're absolutely intoxicating, you know that?

When we parted, his gaze was locked on me. Being the sole subject of his rapt attention made me feel powerful, in control. I planted a few more kisses on his exposed neck, trailing a line down to his collarbone. He let out a few shaky breaths, tilting his head away to give more access. I stood up. His eyes were fixated on my lips when he spoke.

"I suppose, if you really wanted to help me relax…"

"I thought you'd never ask."

He pulled his cloak open, letting its halves fold back on either side of him, then leaned back in his chair. The fluorescent lights above outlined his curves in dramatic shadow, and I felt myself getting excited as I looked at him. I knelt between his legs, resting my head against one of his thighs. I stared up at him as I trailed my fingers along his thigh up to his stomach, letting my nails gently graze along the grain of the scales coating his stomach. I drew small swirls with my finger, letting the coolness of his flesh chill me. His hands came up to knit together behind his head. I peppered a few small kisses along his thighs, then encircled his hemipenes together in one hand. I held them loosely, barely touching him, as I started slowly moving my hand up and down around them. He let out a deep breath, and scooted forward in the chair. His eyes closed.

"You've been working so hard recently. Let me help you out."

"I…nnn~"

I wrapped my hand gently around the base of his cocks, rubbing them up and down as one. I licked my thumb and used it to twirl around one head, then the next. All my touches were delicate, almost floating over him. I ran the pad of my thumb up along the vein on the back of one cock, stopping to massage the spot where his head joined his shaft. His whole body twitched towards me, pressing against my hand. I repeated the motion on his other side, then released my grip.

"Just let me take care of you."

I planted more kisses along his legs, gently nipping at the vein that ran from his groin to his knee. I gathered him back into my hand, then made a few more loose motions up and down along his lengths. I ran my tongue carefully up and down each cock one at a time, flicking it firmly over his heads when I reached them. He let out another needy noise, pressing towards me. I sat back, allowing only his heads to enter my mouth. I held my mouth open, barely sucking as he pressed even further forwards, trying to meet me. He hated being teased, but I just couldn't help drawing out our foreplay for as long as possible. He wriggled forwards again, and I drew back to keep the distance between us the same. His frustrated motions were a heady poison, and I let out a giggle. His eyes shot open, and he stared down at me.

Has he realized I'm being too gentle on purpose?

"Melo, darling…?

"Yes?"

He never uses pet names unless I'm in trouble.

His hands left his own head to find mine, one of them gently fisted in my hair behind me.

"You know that if you need to, you can tap against something three times and we'll stop whatever we're doing, right?"

"Yes, sir."

How much trouble am I in, exactly?

"And you know that I love you dearly, right?"

"Yes…?

"Good."

He let out a dark laugh, then leaned forwards to bring his face closer to mine.

"Just checking."

I fucked up.

He sat up, then pushed my head down onto him with the hand he had clenched in my hair. At the same time, he jolted his hips forwards, pressing himself fully into me. I felt myself start to gag as he passed the limit of what was comfortable, then he pulled me slightly off of him. Wetness started to spread between my legs. He wouldn't let me release him fully. Instead, he started using his hand to bob my head up and down. I curled my tongue around him, trying to taste as much of him as I could. A few appreciative shudders forced their way out of him, followed by a quiet gasp. My own moaning noises were strangled by his cocks. He pushed me deeper onto him, holding me in place. I pressed my hands against his hips, stopping his motions. He looked down at me, smiling. Something cruel glinted in his eyes.

I love it when he looks at me like that~

I felt my own wetness grow uncomfortable, and squirmed to readjust. He chose that moment to stand, dragging me up onto my knees as he rose. He leaned my head back against his desk, placing one hand on either side of my skull. He pulled back almost entirely out of me, then started pressing forwards again. I sucked him in greedily, tilting my head out to meet him.

"Just relax, Melo. Lean back and let me use you."

I settled my head against the desk, letting my mouth hang fully open. He slowly rocked his hips forward and back, holding me in place firmly as he fucked my face. I felt him begin to press deeper, and I coughed. He froze inside of me, waiting for the gagging to subside. When it did, he continued pushing deeper into me. I felt him pass my mouth and force his way into my throat, pausing every few seconds for me to gag and adjust around him.

"Such a tight fit~"

My throat burned, and I felt my own wetness growing unbearable. It began trailing down my leg as I relaxed fully against the desk.

"You feel amazing."

I started to feel that floating warmth that his praise always brought. He tilted my head so that the last of his length could press into me. My lips met his pelvis, and I felt myself gagging again. He waited, petting my head with his hands. I had to breathe shallowly through my nose to keep calm, but it was worth it to feel that delicious stretching sensation inside me. I stared up at him, vision hazy with arousal. He started to move again.

"Mmmhhh~"

"You like this too, Melo? You like being used as my own personal fleshlight?"

It hurts! But I want it so bad. Please let me be useful to you.

I attempted to nod, but my throat was so full that I could barely move. The pain caused tears to spring to my eyes. He began to withdraw, concern apparent on his face. I placed my hands on the sides of his legs, pulling him into me.

"Fuck~"

I looked at him, tears flowing freely down my cheeks, and began deliberately pulling and pushing at his hips to try to get him to move. He started fucking my throat with careful, controlled motions, matching the pace I set with my hands. The tears kept coming, but I swallowed him as completely as I could. He started sliding in and out more easily as I adjusted, pulling himself further out each time before pressing his whole length into me. Every thrust felt like it was just past my limit, but I took it all just the same. He removed one hand from the side of my head and wiped away a stray tear with his finger, then raised it to his mouth.

"You're pretty when you cry, you know."

He licked the tear off his finger, and my eyes shut in pleasure.

Pretty. He thinks I'm pretty~

I felt his hand return to my head, caressing my cheek. He continued using my throat, brushing my tears away with his hand. He had just settled into a regular rhythm that I felt I could keep up with when he paused. I felt his hand travel from my cheek to my chin, then he rubbed his finger along my lips. I could taste the salt from my own tears on my lips. He used his hand to pinch my nose together, stopping me from breathing. My eyes shot open, watching him. I was unable to voice my confusion without taking him out of my mouth, and I felt too good to do that. He started moving again, his cocks and his hands plugging any avenue oxygen could have used to reach me.

"Toys don't need to breathe, right?"

I nodded my head, unable to think clearly. I was a ball of want, need, and nerves, and that's it. No thoughts would come, other than the thought of pleasing him.

"Every time you try to cry out, your throat clenches around me. It's driving me crazy."

A gagging sound to force its way out of me. He hissed in response, buckling over me and grinding himself desperately against my face. I could feel my tears smearing against his stomach. He thrust into me over and over again before he finally straightened himself up and released my nose. I took several quick, grateful breaths to steady myself. My eyes were so full of burning tears that I could barely see. He started moving more roughly into me. His hands returned to the sides of my skull, keeping me from turning my head. I felt myself start to clench up involuntarily, and he moved his hands to the sides of my face, pressing into the pressure point near where my jaw met my ears. My mouth popped open painfully, and I felt myself go limp.

"Does that hurt?"

I nodded as much as I could.

"Nnnnn~ That's it, baby. Cry for me. You feel so good when you do."

He fucked into my face mercilessly, goraning loudly as he moved.

"I'm going to cum straight down your fucking throat, Melo. Do you think you can take that?"

I grabbed his legs and pulled him against me, inviting him deeper. I felt hot spurts start to hit the back of my throat, and I started swallowing. He forced himself against my face hard enough that my nose was crushed into him, holding me in place until he was finished. He slowly withdrew, collapsing back onto the chair. I sat back on the floor, coughing and catching my breath. After several long seconds, I spoke.

"Feeling better, Kabuto?"
"Yes~."

He poured me a cup of tea and passed it down to me. I swished it around in my mouth before swallowing it, using it to chase his taste. He leaned on his elbow, looking down at me.

"Are you alright, Melo?"

"Never better."

"I may have just realized something…"

"Yes, dear?"

"I've tried grafting onto rats, because they're very similar to humans in their construction."

"Yes, I think you said that…"

"But I'm not grafting cells that are purely human. And I haven't tried using snakes."

"Use any of my snaklings, and I'll kill you myself."

My threat was empty, I lacked both the skill and the motivation to follow it though, and he knew that. He laughed at it, and the genuine amusement in the sound made me smile.

"I'll keep that in mind, Mx. But for now, I believe I have more work to do."

He turned back towards the microscope, an excited smile painting his lips. I stood, planted a kiss on the top of his head, and left to spend time with my snaklings. Just in case.