Kabuto shook his head. "I'm sorry I never told you…but…I couldn't, in a way…"
Orochimaru shrugged. "In your life, Kabuto, as you get older, wiser, and have eaten more take out than ever thought existed on the planet, you come to a point where you simply don't care."
Kabuto smiled. Orochimaru was just about back to normal, but Kabuto knew he would still be a little off balance for a few more days…or at least until Kabuto could find some decent steroids…
Orochimaru poked him, snapping Kabuto out of his train of thought. "What?"
"You never told me…"
Kabuto sighed. "My bloodline is actually not much special. My regenerative abilities: that's basically it."
"There's more."
Kabuto sighed again. "Damn you for being so perceptive. But you are Orochimaru-sama, so I should have expected nothing less."
"So keep talking, brat."
Despite his threatening tone, Orochimaru still lying docilely in Kabuto's lap, snuggled against the teen's shoulder, eyes closed. Kabuto's lips flickered up as he looked down at the sannin, who looked half asleep.
"Fine, if you insist. When my eyes go red, I'm slipping into a sort of walking coma. It's a defense mechanism of sorts that my clan developed. When I go into this 'coma' I am at my most powerful, but I am also at my weakest. Only my offensive abilities go up, and my defenses can't match it. And my regenerative abilities are weakened. So if a scratch is landed, it won't heal immediately; instead, it will take three times more time to heal."
Orochimaru nodded. "Is that all?"
Kabuto nodded, and Orochimaru sat up. "Alright, then…"
Kabuto helped him stand, then stepped back, knowing that the sannin was far too proud to accept help. Orochimaru steadied himself, and then walked to the small kitchen area of his room. Kabuto followed.
"So let me get this straight," Orochimaru said, pouring himself a cup of coffee and completely ignoring the carton of milk right next to the coffee maker. "Your clan's bloodline can grant them power…to what level? In exchange for certain defensive sacrifices?"
Kabuto nodded and leaned on the counter. "Power close to yours. By the way, how old is that?"
Orochimaru shrugged, titled the cup, and sniffed the coffee. "Couple days at best."
Kabuto gagged and leaned over, fighting the urge to vomit. "Oh, God, and you're drinking it?" Orochimaru shrugged and took a long swig.
Kabuto waited.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh!!"
Orochimaru leaned over the sink and spat. "Aw, Kabuto, usually it lasts until the Tuesday after-!"
Kabuto sighed and held Orochimaru's hair out of the way as the sannin retched. "You're an incredible person."
Orochimaru sighed and straightened. "Okay, I think that's it."
Kabuto smiled and gently pulled on Orochimaru's hair, directing him to the bathroom. "Go clean out your mouth and I'll make you some fresh coffee."
Orochimaru yanked his hair free and walked off to his bathroom. Kabuto smiled and turned back to the coffee maker.
Orochimaru stopped and slowly turned back around.
"Kabuto," he said slowly. "What…what does it take…to activate this bloodline of yours…?"
Kabuto smiled. "Go brush your teeth and we'll talk."
Orochimaru made a face and continued into the bathroom.
Kabuto's eyes flashed red.
"Absolutely nothing…"
OOOOOOOOO
Itachi stood, staring off into space. In the end, he was only a teenager, and typical teenagers had attention spans about as long as his hair. On the other hand, he had an attention span was about that of a squirrel's. Their leader was (attempting) to give him mission instructions, and this was a very important mission, but Itachi had stopped caring fifteen minutes ago-about when Kakuza had started talking.
"Itachi, are you listening?"
Itachi snapped out of his daydream about Orochimaru's hot sex and stared at Kakuza. "Should I lie?"
Kakuza sighed. "No. Just…make an effort at least?"
Itachi shrugged. "The sad part is, I actually was trying to stay awake."
Kakuza sighed again. "If you can't even stay focused, what the hell are you doing in life?"
Itachi gave no response for the longest time, and Kakuza was ready to smack him awake. "I don't know," he said, as if this was first dawning on him.
Kakuza shook his head and returned to the scroll he was drawing on. "Just get in, get the ring, and get out. Deidara, Sasori, and the rest should take care of Orochimaru and co., you just get the ring."
"Aw, come on, they get all the fun," Itachi mumbled. "And besides, I'm the most powerful here, shouldn't I be grabbing the retard?"
"You want to trip anything?"
Itachi thought for a moment. "Okay, I can see where the Sharingan might be useful for that…alright, fine, now let's go already! I'm freaking bored!"
Kakuza exhaled. "Well, I was almost done anyway, so everybody just go."
Hidan picked up sword and walked away, looking eager for fresh blood. Kisame followed suit, looking the same. Zetsu didn't really look interested at all, but Itachi knew better. He would be a lot more…enthusiastic on the battlefield.
Itachi went to find more kunai.
OOOOOOOOOO
Orochimaru re-emerged from the bathroom, shaking his hair out of his face and looking slightly better. "Coffee."
Kabuto handed him a steaming cup and waited. Orochimaru nodded after a sip or two and sat down, putting his head in his hand. "Tired."
Kabuto nodded and walked over to him. "You okay?"
Orochimaru shrugged and took another gulp of coffee. "I guess…"
Kabuto sat down next to him and began stroking Orochimaru's hair back from his face. "Tell me if anything hurts, okay?"
"I'm not a child, Kabuto."
Kabuto smiled. "By no stretch of the imagination. But it doesn't change the fact that you're hurt, nor the fact that I care about you."
Orochimaru shrugged again. "It's the kind of statement that has the response: what do you want me to say?"
Kabuto thought. "I don't really want you to say anything." He leaned forward and reached around to the back of Orochimaru's head, steadying him as his lips brushed Orochimaru's. "In fact, words might ruin it."
Orochimaru groaned and leaned into Kabuto's kiss. Kabuto deepened his kiss, pulling Orochimaru closer to him and testing Orochimaru's lips. The sannin complied willingly, opening his mouth, and Kabuto dove in, probing every dip and curve of Orochimaru's mouth. Orochimaru's tongue rose up against him, and soon the two were fighting for dominance of the kiss. Orochimaru had the edge in the length and strength of his tongue, but Kabuto was in first and therefore was on top. Kabuto seized both of Orochimaru's wrists and wrestled him to the floor, using the other hand to keep Orochimaru pressed up against him. Orochimaru fought to return the caresses Kabuto was giving him, and Kabuto released him. Orochimaru's hand skated up under Kabuto's shirt and began running his hands over the smooth, pale stomach he found there. Kabuto's hands were soon on Orochimaru's sash, untying it and throwing it aside to move to the rest of his clothing. Orochimaru did the same, only breaking Kabuto's kiss to lift his shirt over his head. They were naked now, and Kabuto was slowly working his way to feet, dragging Orochimaru up with him, only to throw him down again on the bed.
"Mmmm…Kabuto…"
"I know."
Kabuto's teeth scraped across Orochimaru's collarbone, drawing blood and a small gasp from Orochimaru.
"Just this once, you brat."
Kabuto smirked against the bleeding skin of Orochimaru's shoulder, and his small pink tongue darted out to lick the blood off the wound. Orochimaru gave a short whine of complaint, but otherwise let Kabuto do as he pleased.
"If I go too far, let me know. Kick me or something."
Orochimaru nodded, and Kabuto once again snatched up his wrists, pinning them fiercely above his head. The genin's lips, teeth, and tongue visited every inch of Orochimaru's chest, kissing, licking, and biting. The same tongue dipped into Orochimaru's navel, swirling into the sensitive skin.
"Kabutooooooo," Orochimaru whined, arching his back. Kabuto wordlessly nipped at Orochimaru's stomach again, producing a high-pitched gasp.
"Kabuto, listen to me!"
Kabuto smirked against Orochimaru's pale, pale skin, knowing full well all it would take was another bite or two and Orochimaru would be all his.
Kabuto eased back down Orochimaru's body and lifted one slender leg over his shoulder. Orochimaru felt gentle lips caress his inner thigh, and then sharp canine teeth pierced the formerly flawless white skin.
"Ita…! Kabuto…!"
Kabuto grinned and lapped at the blood flowing from the wound, a large purple bruise forming on Orochimaru's paper-white skin-the place that had just been kissed. Kabuto released Orochimaru's leg, only to take his length into his mouth. Kabuto's tongue flicked over the head, making Orochimaru give a small cry.
"Kabuto…Stop being such a tease!"
Kabuto ignored him again, beginning to suck on Orochimaru's swiftly hardening member. Orochimaru whined with pleasure and arched his back, brushing the back of Kabuto's throat. Kabuto released him, panting.
"That wasn't very nice," he said playfully, and thrust three fingers into Orochimaru's mouth. "Suck."
Orochimaru worked his mouth around Kabuto's fingers, alternating between licking and sucking. Kabuto reached down and cupped Orochimaru's length in his hand, running his fingers over it and stroking Orochimaru no end. Orochimaru opened his mouth to gulp down stolen breath, letting Kabuto's fingers slip from his mouth.
"Kabuto…"
"I know."
Kabuto moved forward again to allow himself room, and sealed his mouth over Orochimaru's. His fingers moved towards Orochimaru's passage, and two were thrust in immediately.
Orochimaru gasped, breaking their kiss, and Kabuto began moving his fingers, and from the intense look of concentration on Kabuto's face, Orochimaru could tell he was searching for something.
And, having the disgusting knowledge of the human body he had, Kabuto found it at once.
Orochimaru felt Kabuto's fingers stretching up, and one of them brushed a soft spot inside of him. Orochimaru released a small cry of pain and arched his back away from Kabuto.
"Kabuto please…! Just fuck me already, please…!"
Kabuto inserted the last finger. "Well, how can I refuse such a beautiful creature, especially when he pleads with me so? And it's so gorgeous when you do-"
"Kabuto!"
"Alright, alright, just be quiet."
Kabuto removed his fingers and took Orochimaru's shoulders, turning him onto his stomach. Orochimaru raised his hips before he asked, extracting a gasp from Kabuto.
"Naughty," he scolded, giving Orochimaru's supple backside a firm swat.
"Ah-! Please, Kabuto just…!"
"Well, if you insist…"
Kabuto bent low and slowly entered his master, producing low sounds of base pleasure from them both.
"…Move…!"
"Hai."
Kabuto pulled back until he had almost left Orochimaru, then threw himself forward again, rocking the sannin forward with each thrust. Orochimaru cried out with every motion Kabuto made, his cried mixed with Kabuto's groans of sheer pleasure. Kabuto knew just how to strike him, to make him move, to make him cry out in submissive pain and pleasure-
Kabuto collapsed on Orochimaru's chest, breathing hard. Orochimaru's breathing matched his own, and both hearts beat fast. Kabuto grasped Orochimaru's shoulders and turned him over again, moving forward so his hips were level with Orochimaru's mouth. Moving down, he thrust his hard arousal into Orochimaru's mouth.
"Suck."
Orochimaru obediently began to suck on Kabuto's member, and Kabuto moved back and forth in Orochimaru's orifice. Orochimaru whined in discomfort, but continued as Kabuto instructed.
"Harder."
Orochimaru did as he told once again, beginning to get impatient with Kabuto.
"Touch me"
Orochimaru's hands went to Kabuto's hips, running over smooth, satin skin and dipping into Kabuto's hole. Orochimaru cupped one of Kabuto's cheeks in each hand, massaging the supple masses of muscle. Kabuto finally released into his mouth, putting his hands on Orochimaru's jaw and forcing him to swallow. Orochimaru choked, swallowed desperately, and quickly swallowed again. Kabuto came at him so fast…was he doing that on purpose?
Kabuto pulled back, out of Orochimaru's mouth, and fell next to him on the bed. He reached over and took Orochimaru into his arms, pulling the sannin into a tight embrace. Despite being slightly shorter, Kabuto was able to position Orochimaru perfectly in the curve of his hips and the angle of his body. Orochimaru lay quietly, tired, and Kabuto gently kissed his hair.
"You're wonderful," he murmured, nuzzling Orochimaru's neck. The sannin turned his head and the pair of them shared a passionate kiss. Kabuto's tongue begged for entrance, and Orochimaru allowed him. Kabuto's hands moved to Orochimaru's hair and pulled him closer, pressing up against him.
Orochimaru pulled away.
Kabuto sat up, bewildered. "What's wrong?"
Orochimaru shook his head and settled against Kabuto's chest again. Kabuto wrapped his arms around the sannin, helping him sit up and draping the sheets around his waist. Orochimaru fell on Kabuto's shoulder, and the genin leaned back against the headboard. Kabuto's hands began flickering over the bites and sctratches, healin the marks on Orochimaru's body. Orochimaru closed his eyes; Kabuto had worn him out, and he was ready to sleep the rest of the day and into the night.
"Kabuto…what time is it…?"
Kabuto looked at the clock on the dresser next to Orochimaru's bed. "Around nine thirty," he replied. Orochimaru nodded.
"I'm sleeping. Don't wake me until at the very least seven a.m."
Kabuto smiled and nodded, leaving Orochimaru to drift off into a deep, dreamless sleep.
A/N: Oh, the smut! The beautiful smut! Oh yes, we all know it and we all love it. Review please, no flames. Sorry all my updates are so late, but school and all is crazy…