Kabuto POV:

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So, Melo couldn't resist him either. Master is very convincing.

I laid on my side in the dark next to them, their sleeping face soft as they dreamt. I traced my hand lightly over their face, brushing their hair back softly. They stirred slightly at my touch and I paused, watching carefully until they settled back into quiet sleep.

I'm glad they aren't fighting. I was so worried that when he came back there would be trouble.

I thought about the day they met, the day he returned to me.

What a show that was~

I wonder how I would arrange something like that again. Master looked enraptured, and dear Melo was breathtaking.

I felt myself start to get stiff.

Inconvenient, I would hate to wake Melo by getting up. I should try to think of something less stimulating…but the sounds they made were divine~.

I reached down slowly to readjust, careful not to shift my weight too quickly so as not to disturb my partner. I let my hand travel lazily up and down the lengths of my semi-erect hemipenes, thinking about the way Melo and Master's bodies fit together perfectly.

They're that gorgeous when I'm with them too. In that way, I'm like Master.

I thought about our roleplay session, when I brought Melo into the room of my greatest loss. The room where Orochimaru died.

No, I'm never like him. Not even when I try. But I think…Melo likes me in my own way. Precious…

I could feel myself fixating on the memory of that room. Every swirl on its walls was burned into my mind forever.

After all, I did spend days there after he passed. With him.

I was too stiff to ignore now. I rolled onto my back, carefully removing the blanket from me. I wet my hand with my mouth, moving it slowly up and down my hemipenes.

The day he left was so hard for me. The way his body slumped on the ground, lifeless. I remember how I tried to heal it, pumping wave after wave of my own chakra into his empty body. It was useless, but I had never felt so intimately close to him. My own energy flowing through his network~

I gave myself over completely to the memory of that first day, focusing only on the feeling of my hand and the sound of my breath.

When I couldn't do that, I tried shocking him awake. That was the only time I kissed him first. The only time I was allowed to be in charge. I remember how his skin felt under my hands as I brushed his hair back off his neck, how it tasted as I bit into his neck…his shoulders…his chest. I remember the way my hands shook as I undressed him, exposing that perfect body to me. I was this hard then, too.

I switched my grip up to be a little looser, a little more gentle. Teasing, almost.

I remember when I knew I had to have you, one more time. I swear I never planned to let things go the way they did, I was satisfied for so long by just rubbing against your firm body and feeling the skin against me. My cock fits perfectly into that groove of your hip bones~

It was almost enough. But I got greedy, didn't I?

I let out a breath that was slightly too loud, and Melo moved beside me. I stilled for a moment, and they relaxed again.

I remember parting those perfect lips of yours, holding you gently in place as I let myself feel your throat around me. It was almost too tight a fit, wasn't it? Especially when I filled you up, tilting your chin so that it could shoot down your throat. I wanted to see you swallow it, but that was close, so very close, to the real thing. Sometimes, I wish it had been enough.

I returned to my previous motions, swirling my thumb over my heads to spread the leaking precum over myself.

But it wasn't, was it? So I violated that perfect body of yours. Don't worry Master, I didn't use that spot you always kept from me. I left your ass alone just as you had demanded. Even though you had torn me bloody and raw in that way at least a hundred times before…I left it alone, Master. Instead, I made a scalpel out of my own chakra, cutting a slit into your abdomen. I let my fingers travel into it, pressing the skin apart carefully. See, it's not so hard to prepare someone first, is it?

I tightened my hand around myself, feeling the blood pulse in my tips before I continued stroking myself.

I remember how warm you were when I finally lowered myself into you. You took my cock so well, Master~. The blood seeped down over our legs, coating me in your precious essence. I could feel the smooth outer layer of your intestines rubbing against me as I fucked the hole in your corpse. You wanted it this way too, right? I remember that I could taste myself on your lips as I leaned down to kiss you, and that sent me spilling right over again. I remember the way my cum dripped out of you, mixing with your blood to make the most delicate pink. It looks much better this way, bloody cum dripping out of you, than it ever did when you made it drip out of me. You were always more beautiful, after all.

I could feel myself getting close. I bit my lip, trying to keep myself silent as I moved.

We had fun that day, didn't we? I used my very own chakra scalpel again when I needed a new hole, slightly above the first one, right above your diaphragm. Nothing but my own chakra is precise enough for use on you. I won't allow less. I remember pressing onto your chest to force the diaphragm down, so I could feel you pushing back against me. And blowing into your mouth to fill those empty lungs so that it would move back down and away. That strong muscle moving up and down and up and down and….nn~

I clamped my free hand over my mouth, holding the end of the moan in. Melo is, thankfully, a heavy sleeper.

Some of you started to spill out of the first hole, but I pushed it back in. I did get a bit of blood on my hands, and I believe that got on your clothes. I'm sorry for that, Master, I really am. I hope you like the new cloak. I just couldn't help myself, I loved you so much. I had to have you, I had to…I remember how my cum shot back out at me when I finished this time. I was too close to the muscle to keep it all inside you. It ricocheted back out and spilled over you. You looked stunning in frothy pink.

I bit into my hand, feeling myself twitch as I got closer and closer to release. It was overwhelming now that I was split into two there, and I could feel my hand tremble as I kept moving it over myself.

I remember the last time, the final time I let myself have you. I had always told you every time that you'd listen that I loved you. That you had my heart. I wanted yours, too. It's only fair, right? So I cut it out of your chest. I held it in my first, admiring the way the blood dripped from it and down my arm. Your blood was delicious by the way, Master. You know I had to taste it. Had to have that little bit more of you. I held it in front of me, using my chakra to pulse it in my hand as I fucked the gaping hole in your chest. I matched its pace to my own heart, so we could finish together. It's like your body was made for pleasure…made just for me to violate this way. I can't say I'm sorry, Master. I would never lie to you.

I finally found my release, cum shooting into the palm I cupped over myself. I managed to keep it from shooting onto the sheets, thankfully. I can wash my hands much more easily than those.

I remember when I finished then, I shot it straight into the right ventricle of your heart, my chakra pulsing in the severed organ until it shot out the other side. Finally, you were mine, Master. Mine. Mine~

I rolled out of bed and washed my hands before slipping back into bed beside Melo. They were still sleeping peacefully, undisturbed by my late night activities.

Mine~~~