CW: Non-con/Dub-con

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The next morning passed without incident. Kabuto woke before me, quietly kissing me goodbye before leaving for his lab. I laid in bed until his footsteps faded into silence, then counted out ten more minutes before rising and getting dressed.

I know I promised Kabuto last night that I wouldn't be angry about the things Orochimaru did to him, but I can't just let it go! That's as bad as actively supporting it.

I made the bed carefully, trying to compose myself as I straightened the sheets.

What's the game plan, though? Just walk in like "Hey, what the fuck is wrong with you"? Or maybe "Good morning, illustrious leader, what makes you think you have the right to…'" no, that's bad too.

I started down the hallway without focusing on my steps, still running through different scenarios in my mind. I had memorized the path there within the first 24 hours of his return, my feet took me there on their own.

"Did you sleep well? Do you really think you deserve to?"

Bad, that one gets me killed.

"Would you care to explain yourself? Do you actually believe that there are words sufficient to explain such a thing away?"

Worse, that one just gets me killed faster.

"You know he still adores you, right?"

That one froze me in my tracks. The thick, sturdy door to Orochimaru's room loomed in front of me. An aura of power and danger seeped from its edges, thickening the air with its hateful presence. My hand was raised in a loose fist, ready to knock.

This was a mistake.

Orochimaru's voice cut through it, sharp and cold. My mind went blank.

"Melo. Don't just hover in the hallway like that, what do you want?"

I dropped my hand onto the door's iron handle, taking a deep breath before pushing it open. The room was set up very similarly to Kabuto's room. There was a bed in the middle of the opposing wall, a sturdy desk in the corner, a wardrobe beside the desk, a door on the wall across from it that probably led to a bathroom…though this room was a bit bigger.

Is it similar on purpose?

The main difference was the presence of an overfilled bookshelf in the far corner. Close to that was a small table that held the only light in the room, a single torch in a candle holder. The light it cast fell onto a comfortable looking chair, upholstered in crushed purple velvet. Orochimaru sat in it, a book open in his hand. He finished the page he was reading before pausing and looking at me. His eyes glowed unnaturally in the torchlight, and I found myself unable to speak.

"What is it? Don't tell me you're interrupting me for no reason."

My hands began to tremble. I clasped them behind me, shifting uncomfortably. I swallowed once, twice, and was unable to answer him. His book snapped closed, and I felt myself jump. He smirked at me, setting the book down on the table and leaning towards me. His eyes seemed crueler than before, and when he spoke his voice dripped with scorn.

"Poor thing. You look like you've seen a ghost. Lose your nerve to say whatever you came here to say?"

Bastard.

I took a step into the room, moving too quickly for my brain to hold my feet in check. He looked at me, eyebrows slightly raised in amusement. I faltered when I got within a few steps from him, unable to force myself to move any closer.

"You'd better find your voice soon. My patience grows thin."

He leaned back in the chair, hands poised on its arms. His annoyance and his amusement seemed to be fighting each other for control of his mind, and it was impossible to tell which would win.

How dare you look at me like that? Without any guilt for the things that you've done.

Kabuto's voice last night popped back into my mind. The way it shook when he said "Not that it was unwanted, understand, but it hurt…"

"It hurt."

My fear burned back into anger instantly.

"How dare you…" I whispered, unable to speak any louder.

My voice was nearly lost under the sound of the burning torch, but it was enough. In a flash he disappeared and reappeared before me, his cold body close enough to mine that I could feel the chill that surrounded him.

"How dare I…what?" He hissed.

The fresh fear his voice inspired was smothering, but I continued.

"How dare you hurt him? Kabuto loves you, and you used him without thought or concern for what that would do to him."

Orochimaru's face split into a grin, and he stepped back.

"And I actually believed you might have something to say that mattered. This has been amusing. You are dismissed."

He was already looking back towards where his book rested on the table.

"This matters! You hurt him. He's still not healed completely, and he probably never will be. How can you say this doesn't matter!?"

"I've been kind to you once already by allowing you the opportunity for you to leave with your life. This will be the only second chance you are provided. You are dismissed, Melo. Do not return."

"Bastard!"

His eyes snapped back to me, an expression of shock forcing his features into a horrific shape, all sharp angles and disbelief. He let out a laugh, a shrill sound that rose deep from his chest. I stepped towards him, hand raised to smack the smile from his lips. He caught it easily, holding me in place by my wrist until his laughter subsided.

"Amusing indeed. Did you truly believe that would work?"

"I don't care! Someone needed to try."

Too honest there, but I'm definitely going to die now anyway.

"I did say that I liked that you knew not to lie to me. I'm nothing if not a man of my word."

He held my arm above my head, staring derisively down at me.

So what now?'

"But clearly, you need to be taught not to attempt things like that, pet."

The rage flared within me again at the unwanted term of endearment. I pulled my weight up by my captured arm and kicked out at him. He caught my leg in his other hand, then dropped me roughly onto the floor. I landed on my side, feeling the wind knocked out of me.

"Kneel, and I may forgive you."

I jumped to my feet, ready to lash out again.

I was immediately thrown to the ground. I could feel a bruise forming on my side where my hip smacked against the stone floor.

"Try again."

I stood up again, bracing my weight against my back foot to steady myself. I lunged at him, desperate to inflict any kind of pain I could on the man before me.

"What a shame. You'll need to learn the hard way."

He avoided me easily. Honestly, I wasn't even close. My unbalanced momentum sent me stumbling into the wall beside him. He followed behind me, pinning me in place against it. One of my arms was trapped between the wall and my chest. He pulled the other one sharply up behind me. His weight against my back held them both in place. His other hand was fisted into my hair, pressing my face into the wall.

"Let's see if this gets it through that thick head of yours~."

He yanked my head back, then bashed it against the wall in front of me.

"Your role here…"

My head hit the wall again.

"...depends on my whims, and my whims alone."

Another strike, and something warm began dripping down my forehead. I felt dizzy, like my consciousness was trying to slip out of my body.

"You are allowed to keep your life because I will it, and because you are useful to my servant, and that's it."

He spun me around, flattening my back against the wall. My vision was doubled for a moment, twin Orochimarus swirled in front of me. I was held in place by his hands on my shoulders. He brought his face close to mine, slowly settling back into a single shape.

"Do you understand? You are not, and will never be, in a position to judge any of my actions. You live to obey."

I headbutted him, connecting with a satisfying *crack* before the dizziness tipped me forwards. I fell into him. When I was able to look up again, I saw that my own blood was coating his forehead…and the place on his chest where my head came to rest after.

"Bastard."

Unable to escape through the wall behind me and too unbalanced to try to duck around him, I sank against his body.

Where else would I go?

I closed my eyes, already anticipating the violence that was about to befall me. His firm arms held me up for several long, silent seconds. When I gathered the courage to look up at him, he was staring down at me.

"No one has been able to do that in a long time, congratulations. I hope it was worth your life."

"Yeah…me too."

He rubbed his thumb through my blood on his forehead, licking it off thoughtfully.

"But I have grown to appreciate your spark. That's what makes this sort of thing entertaining, in my opinion. A bit of struggle."

This sort of thing?

I didn't resist as he lifted my bruised body and carried me to his bed. I stayed as he positioned me as he settled me onto my back, pillow placed under my head.

At least my blood will stain his sheets. But is that all my life will amount to? A mild inconvenience?

He pulled my pants off carefully, folding them and setting them on the edge of the bed. His cream-colored cloak followed just as neatly.

I bet the stain will really bother him. Good.

He slithered up beside me, resting on his side and leaning too much of his weight onto me. I let my legs fall dispassionately open as he rolled them apart with his hand.

"No more complaints, pet? I thought you came here to kill me."

I closed my eyes again, slowing my breathing in an attempt to stay calm. My anger had burned itself out, leaving me cold and exhausted. My fear left with it. All that remained was the certainty that I had failed at helping Kabuto in any way. I made one more weak attempt.

"You should apologize to him."

He covered my mouth with his, his lips slowly moving over mine. His fingers brushed between my legs, gently dipping into the crease there. I sighed.

"Tell me what you think of me, Melo. Tell me how much you can't stand me."

"I can't. You disgust me."

What does he want to hear that for?

His thumb circled roughly over my clit, applying more and more pressure with each pass until I twitched away from him.

"Tell me."

"I didn't come here to kill you, but I wish that I could say that I did. You'd deserve it."

I glared at him, trying to force all the overwhelming hate I had come here with back to the surface. All I could feel was coldness, emptiness. I felt hollow. His fingers started moving faster, pushing deeper into me. He curled them inside of me, looking for the spot that always got a clear response. I kept talking, stream of consciousness, assured that my death would follow whatever game he was playing now.

Why does he want to hear this, anyway? What was it I came here to say?

"It makes me sick, thinking of you doing something like this to anyone. I can't picture you using him like this. I won't. I already feel like I might actually vomit."

He found the spot, tapping gently against it. All his movements were silky, caressing. My hips shot up and away from his hand. He rolled himself further onto me, using his body to hold me down. He started pressing and rubbing the spot more insistently, massaging it in small circles. I glared at him, unwilling to give in to the feeling but too emptied to feel anything else. He stared back at me intently, expression blank.

"How can you look at me like that? Like you can just do whatever you want, whenever you want, to whoever you want? It's shameful. You should feel ashamed. But you're not even capable of that, are you?"

He leaned down over me, mouth finding mine again. He sucked at my bottom lip as he fingered me, seeming to enjoy his complete possession of me. The wetness between my legs started to feel uncomfortable, coating my skin in its slick sheen. I tightened my legs together, trying to force his hand away from me. He slid further onto me, keeping my legs apart with his body. He kissed my neck, my chest, my torso…everything he came in contact with as he slipped down to bring his face to rest against my thigh was subject to his attention.

"Is that all, Melo? Nothing else you want to say to me?"

"I wish you just stayed dead. He was happier before you came back. The world is better off without you."

He parted my lower lips with his fingers. His split tongue lapped over my clit, swirling around it and pressing against it from both sides. He sucked it slowly into his mouth, massaging it with his tongues. I let out an involuntary sound of pleasure, rolling against his lips before I could stop myself.

Would this be better or worse if he was terrible at it?

I squirmed up the mattress, weakly trying to move away from him. His hands caught my hips, nails digging into the flesh and holding me in place. His mouth followed me, not ceasing in its attentive torment. My hands traveled down towards his head, grabbing at his hair to pull him off of me.

It's so soft…

His teeth brushed against my hood, and I rolled into him again. I let my hand rest against the back of his head, holding him in place as I moved. My fingers laced into that soft hair as I started moving against his talented tongue. He chuckled against me, and I felt the vibration travel up my whole body.

"You worthless piece of shit. You're cruel. You're heartless!"

He returned his fingers to their earlier position, pumping them in and out of me as I spoke.

"It's not just to him, either. You've hurt so many people. You remember I was a prisoner here too, right? You've hurt everyone I've ever known."

I was grinding against his mouth relentlessly now, fingers fisted in his hair. My legs tightened around his body, pulling him closer and holding us together. I could feel the tightness growing in my stomach that always meant I was getting close. He pulled off of me slightly, and I slammed his head back down to hold it in place. The anger from before began to return, and it mixed deliciously with the pleasure from his lips and his hands. He pressed his nails into my wrists, prying me off of him. He grinned up at me, teeth flashing in the torchlight.

"If that's how you really feel about me, perhaps I should stop?"

He sat up between my legs, pulling them over his and resting them on either side of him. His hands stroked his hemipenes together, lining them up with me.

"If all that's true, you probably want to leave, hm?"

I gritted my teeth together, waiting for his next attack.

"So rude, refusing to answer me. And after I've been so kind. I see that you still need to be taught a lesson, my pet."

He pulled me down onto him, sliding my body down the mattress towards him. I felt one of his hemipenes slip easily into me, the second one pressed against the first one tightly. He lifted my hips with one hand, using the other to gingerly work his second head in. The wetness still coated everything, and it barely took coaxing before he was fully inside of me. He pushed into me as one motion, pulling me down against him until our bodies were brought flush together.

"Ahh~! I can't fucking stand you!"

He started fucking into me, hands resting on my sides to keep me from being moved away from him. I was already tight when he started, and his powerful, languid thrusting was almost too much to take.

"I feel disgusting, being used like this by you. You're repulsive. I don't even like seeing you, much less…ahh~!"

He bent over me, bringing our faces closer together. I could feel his breath hot against me as he slowly rutted into me. Every thrust bumped against my cervix, and I could feel the accumulating pain make me start to shake. My legs bounced uncomfortably at his sides. I hooked them behind him, trying to hold him in place, to keep him from driving so deeply into me. I wrapped my arms around him, trying to still his movements. He just smirked, unable to be stopped.

How is he so much stronger than me?

He brought his teeth down on my shoulder, biting the sensitive flesh and pulling slightly as he continued his slow use of my body. Another moan escaped my lips. I shuddered into him, feeling myself getting closer and closer to unraveling. He was moving too slowly for me to finish, but not slow enough for me to calm down.

I need something to change, I feel like I'm going crazy.

I began to move with him, mirroring the rhythm of his hips. His breath hitched as I started moving a little faster, trying to urge him on. His pace picked up, and I felt myself start to clench down around him. He laughed, then leaned in close to my ear. I could feel my orgasm starting to roll over me, shaking its way out as he kept pushing deeper and deeper into me. My whole body tightened against him, clenching around his cocks in a way that brought him closer to his own end.

"If you really feel that way, then tell me to stop."

"I…"

I gasped, unable to continue for several seconds.

"I hate you!"

"So I've heard."
"I ahhh~! I fucking can't~! I ha-I'm cumming~!"

My mouth shot open with the force of my release, and he brought his own down over it. He kissed me as I rode it out, pushing his tongues down my throat. My eyes closed as the unwanted pleasure overtook me, finally separating me from my senses completely. I let him explore my mouth freely as I gasped, nearly sobbing with sensitivity. He pulled out of me, grabbing one of my hands and wrapping it around his cocks. He held my hand in place, dragging it up and down over his lengths. He twitched in my hand as he forced me to jack him off. His mouth hovered an inch over mine, a trail of saliva still connecting us. His voice was strained when he spoke.

"Again. Tell me again."

I looked deeply into his eyes, his searing gaze still cutting cruelly into me.

"I'd kill you if I could."

He came over our hands, aiming the spray over my body. I felt his seed coat me, landing in hot spurts over my torso and up my chest. A drop landed on the bottom of my face. He brought his dirtied hand up to my lips, pressing his taste into my mouth. I shuddered as I tasted it, and he smiled. After a few seconds, he rolled onto his back. My head still pounded, and now I was completely exhausted.

"You are dismissed, pet. Do not return."

I'm not going to die?

I used my clean hand to gather my clothes, feeling his semen slowly drip down my body. I walked naked back to the room I shared with Kabuto, then collapsed onto the shower floor until the hot water ran out.