Kabuto POV:
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"You summoned me, Master?"
Lord Orochimaru stood tall in the middle of the room he had once died in, erect posture exuding authority. I swept the area quickly with my eyes.
No changes since my last visit here, it's still completely empty. There's no chance anyone planted anything harmful. The dust has barely been disturbed. My Master is safe here. Now, what does he want with me?
"You may approach."
I stepped closer to him, pausing a foot away as was customary.
"Kneel, boy."
His voice was bell-like, silvery and clear as it rang out its order. I dropped instantly, not bothering to soften the impact of my knees against the floor. I landed with a knocking sound, and he smiled softly down at me.
"Good boy~, but you know the order was not to hurt yourself."
I shivered, blood warmed by the praise and the unnecessary concern for my well-being.
"I've been growing concerned."
He paused, allowing me time to respond.
"Only give me my assignment, Master, and I'll soothe it away."
"You've grown so close to your partner. I have been worried that you've forgotten who you really belong to."
"Never, Master!'
My eyes widened in shock at his words, and at my own audacity. The answer slipped out before I had a chance to think it through, before I had been given permission to speak, and I saw the corners of his mouth turn up cruelly.
"Are you contradicting me? You think my concerns are silly enough to be waved away by just a word?"
I dropped my face to the ground, arms beside my head.
"I apologize, Master. Please, how may I reassure you?"
His shoe pressed down on my head, grinding my forehead into the ground.
It's what I deserve for speaking out of turn, I really should know better. Thankfully the Master is forgiving.
He removed the pressure, hovering silently at my head. I began to grow anxious, wondering what course he would take. After several silent seconds, he spoke again. His voice rolled like a balm over my frazzled nerves.
"I've decided to allow you the chance to prove your devotion to me. Aren't you grateful?"
"Yes, Master~! Thank you for your understanding."
"Then lift your head."
I rose back to my knees, resting my weight on my heels. Orochimaru stood in front of me, his cream-colored cloak flowing around him gracefully.
He is always so poised, so powerful and composed. To embody such ideals so effortlessly must surely be a dreamlike existence.
He parted the soft fabric, and I felt myself begin to salivate as my gaze came to rest on the impressive lengths of his hemipenes. They curved towards the sky and away from each other, white scales glinting iridescent in the torchlight.
"Do you think you deserve it?"
"No, Master. I could never be so worthy."
"True~. Yet I'll allow you the opportunity to try, just this once. Open your mouth."
I opened wide, letting my split tongue stretch down past my chin as I stared up at him.
He used to enjoy this expression, I haven't had a chance to check since he came back.
His eyes grew softer as he gazed down at me, reaching down to pet my hair back gently.
Master's touch is so careful today~
He pulled my head forwards, pushing me down over one of his lengths. He stood still as he raised and lowered my head over and over again, using my mouth as his own personal fleshlight. He let the hemipene that I was not sucking rub lewdly against my face. I raised my hand up to grasp it, working up and down its length at a pace that matched my mouth. He shivered appreciatively, pressing my head down further.
"So accommodating. Perhaps you do still remember your place. Perhaps…"
I hummed around him, nodding slightly as I stared up at him.
Beneath you, Master, is where I belong.
He tightened his hand in my hair, wrenching me off of him. I sucked thirstily as he pulled, trying to keep him inside of me as long as I could.
"Don't get greedy now, boy."
He offered the other hemipene to me, allowing me to pull it into my mouth on my own. I switched the attention of my hand to the other side, not wanting to leave any part of him neglected. His taste was clean, and I couldn't help but let out a small moan as I worked him deeper and deeper into my mouth. I felt myself getting hard, my erections rubbing uncomfortably against the fabric of my cloak.
"It seems like you're getting more pleasure from this than I am. Now, how is that meant to comfort me?"
I pulled off of him unwillingly, still working him over with my hand.
"I apologize, Master."
I took him back into my mouth, not waiting for the order to return. He stepped back, removing himself from my grasp. A whine escaped me.
"Please, let me taste you again Master."
"Trying to order me around? I see that my concerns about you were not misplaced. Stand and face the wall."
Will he really let me feel him that way again? It's been so long~
I jumped up, slamming my palms against the nearest wall and spreading my legs fully. I resisted the urge to thrust my ass out for him, but only barely.
If he wishes that, he will tell me. Master never leaves me guessing.
I felt his hands squeezing my hips delicately, urging me to follow his direction. He walked me back step by step until I had to bend perpendicular to the ground to keep my hands on the wall.
"You'll be quiet this time, won't you? You scream last time was so off-putting."
Last time it hurt, I was unworthy then.
I nodded, looking back at him with lust-filled eyes. He smiled at me, and my heart was calmed. He rolled my cloak up onto my back, piling it out of the way. I felt him press his heads against me, still slick with my saliva. I inhaled sharply, bracing for his entry. He held his heads together, pushing them in as one impossibly thick cock.
I could barely take him when he only had one. Fuck, this hurts too…
My eyes squeezed shut with the effort of maintaining my silence, teeth closing around my bottom lip. He pushed on, unrelenting, until both heads were inside. I shuddered, feeling myself stretched impossibly open. Any movement would tear me, I knew, but for him…
I can take any amount of pain if it's for him. Stop being so weak, Kabuto. It's only pain. You're a damn medic, you know this won't kill you.
His hands came to rest on the sides of my hips again, holding me in place. His cool skin against me felt soothing, and I accepted the touch gratefully. I readied myself for his merciless onslaught. Instead, he paused. I looked back at him, curious about what had stilled him.
What a breathtaking sight~
His dark hair was spilling over his shoulders, a waterfall of grace. The scales on his broad chest took on the warm color of the torchlight, reflecting it back at me with a beauty almost beyond articulation. His golden eyes, wise beyond measure, were fixed on me. My heart was full to bursting, and I felt my pulse quicken.
What a pleasure, to serve someone so perfect.
"Did I say you could look at me?"
"No, Master."
I turned my face back towards the wall. He rocked himself into me, not allowing any further time to adjust to him. I felt a tear start, the sharp scent of blood drifting towards me.
My blood. Coating Master's cocks. How divine~
I gritted my teeth together, swallowing the involuntary noises of pain that threatened to escape me. My own erect hemipenes throbbed between my legs, pulsing with need. He thrust into me over and over again. The sound of his body slapping against mine was music more fulfilling than anything I could have composed in a lifetime. He groaned behind me, and I felt my whole body shiver in appreciation.
"There's a good boy. Be still for me, be still…"
Electricity shot down my body as he thrust into me, lengths sliding along my prostate and sending overwhelming amounts of pleasure through me. I felt my lengths twitching and longed to reach out and relieve myself. One of my hands must have moved in that direction.
"You do not have permission to touch yourself, Kabuto. If you deserved it, I would release you."
'Release me'? Master might…put his hands…on me?
I groaned needily, dropping my head down between my arms. I could see his sturdy legs behind me, muscles rippling under the skin as he rammed into me again and again. I burned as he pushed into me, still not accustomed to his size. The pain of being fucked raw mixed with the divine feeling of him rubbing against that spot inside of me, and I began to lose my senses. My glasses slipped down my nose, and I tilted my head back up to stop them from sliding to the ground. Master reached over me and removed them, closing them and slipping them into his cloak's pocket.
"There now, never say I don't take care of my things."
"Thank you, Master."
I stared back at him again, unable to bring him into focus. He was all broad shapes and stark contrasts, edges fading into hazy black and white. The flickering torchlight caused his shape to waver, and I felt myself drift off into the feeling of being possessed by the unknowable man behind me.
"You have such a cute expression, you know. That's why I allow you to serve me this way."
He stepped me forwards, and I walked my hands up the wall to allow the new angle. His hands settled over mine on the wall, holding me in place.
Such strong hands, yet so soft~
He fucked into me relentlessly. Every time I allowed my mind to focus on the fact that it was ~him~ using me, I felt my cocks throbbing. I relaxed against him, reduced to a drooling, needy mess under his careless machinations.
If he keeps up like this, I'm going to…nnnnn~
"You had better not be thinking of finishing without permission, Kabuto."
Hearing my name in his voice caused another twitch, and I had to bite my lip to the point of bleeding before I could suppress the feeling of need within me.
"Only by your command, Master."
"Good boy~"
My knees buckled under me, and I collapsed against the wall in front of me. Orochimaru's arms wrapped around me, trapping my arms in place at my chest. I felt the panic rising in me.
Confinement like this is…I can't…please let me go, please, I…
My body tensed, pleasure receding beneath the waves of fear that threatened to overwhelm me.
He pushed harder into me, grinding my hands and face into the wall. The rough stone cut my skin, and I tried to focus on the physical pain to distract myself from the rising panic within.
"You're so tight, suddenly."
He shuddered, twitching behind me. I began to hyperventilate, unable to keep my breathing under control.
"I'm going to reward you in a moment, boy. Are you ready?"
I was unable to answer. My teeth ground together to keep the panic in check.
Let me go, let me go, let me go, I'll fucking kill-no! No no no no, just relax, everything's okay. Shh, shh, shhhhhh…
He pushed into me one final time, lining himself up with the spot in my ass that made me feel my weakest.
How dare he make me feel so vulnerable, so…
He came against that spot, spurt after spurt shooting into me. His grip around my body tightened as he released, and I felt my vision go white. When he released me, I fell limply to the ground. He stood back, staring down at me. I gazed at him unfocused, unable to take in any details without my glasses. His seed leaked out of me as I gasped, slowly bringing my heart rate back under control.
"Remember this next time you start to feel you may be able to live without me. I can make you feel however I wish. You're mine."
I nodded, unable to answer clearly. The panic was fading away, leaving a strange taste in my mouth. I spat on the ground, seeing the bright red of blood where it landed. My cocks still ached for release, heads swollen and leaking. They were so sensitive that every time I shifted and they brushed against each other, I was nearly undone.
"Do you think you've earned release, boy?"
"I…that decision belongs to you, Master."
"Correct. Sit on your knees, and hold open your cloak."
I sat up unsteadily, wincing every time my cocks touched each other. The air as I moved was almost too much stimulation to withstand. I clenched my fists in my cloak, parting it widely as I knelt again, rising to the level he requested. A puddle of his semen formed under me as it dripped out, leaving me uncomfortably slick. He took his hemipenes in hand, aiming them at me. He hissed, exhaling slowly as he started to release again onto me. This time, instead of cum, hot streams of urine poured out over me. The golden liquid hit my chest first, marking me with a scent known only to my Master and myself.
His scent~
It's been so long since he claimed me this way, since he marked me as his own like this. What a privilege it is, to belong to such a great man.
It dripped down my torso, carrying its burning heat down my legs, pooling on the floor. He aimed his stream lower and lower until he was pissing directly onto my erections, the gentle stimulus threatening my resolve.
"You may finish, Kabuto, but don't-"
It was too late. I had permission. I inhaled sharply, releasing the tension that had been building inside me. I shot my load out into the open air, head falling backwards as I finally relaxed. He laughed as he tucked himself away, as immaculate as he was before our meeting. He carefully stepped towards me, avoiding the pools of various fluids that were coating the ground near me. He set my glasses back in place on my face, allowing me a moment to look into his eyes before he rose and stepped back.
"You're dismissed. Clean this place up before tomorrow."
"Yes, Master. Thank you."