Kabuto had always been a natural actor. Without a home, without any real family, without friends. He had learned in his youth to be exactly what the situation called for him to be. There had been no purpose to his existence in the early days of his life. Not until Orochimaru had entered the scene. In him, he had discovered the acceptance, the motivation, the inspiration he had been lacking.
Despite this, however, Kabuto also knew that in order to keep the snake lord placated he had to keep himself useful. If there was one thing that Orochimaru didn't tolerate it was those who had become obsolete to him. So for him, he had become everything the sennin needed. His spy; it was the most suitable job for him. His medic; it had been his area of expertise. His bodyguard; for who knew his lord's limits better than he? His companion; because if there was anyone who truly understood him it was Kabuto. If the sennin wanted him to be his personal whore too, so much the better; because there was nothing more addictive than sex with Orochimaru.
Kabuto had always believed that love was merely a chemical reaction in the brain. Nature's way of ensuring the continuation of the species. Viewing the world with cold detatchment was always safest, he knew. Being with Orochimaru had slightly altered that perspective. He found himself craving the other man's attention, his touch, his very presence. Admitting that to him hadn't been as difficult as he had once imagined. It was only a fact and nothing more.
As he trailed up soft white thigh, he hungrily planted kisses. This was the first time Orochimaru had ever allowed him into his personal bed chambers and he recognized the significance of it. Orochimaru's defenses were breaking down. Kabuto's grand scheme was all going as according to plan. If he couldn't make Orochimaru love him, at the very least, he would make sure that the sennin would never want another.
Tongue darting playfully across the most sensitive of flesh, he could hear Orochimaru moaning softly. He took him into his mouth, working his way down at a languid pace. Making sure every inch was attended to. He cast an upward glance, knowing that those golden eyes would be watching his every move. To his surprise, Orochimaru had his head thrown back. Eyes closed. Mouth open as he made small gasps of pleasure. Uncharacteristically giving in to the experience rather than dominating it.
Kabuto slid a hand down to Orochimaru's smooth ass, massaging gently. The fact that he wasn't met with a harsh swat or reprimand was a little shocking, but then it only served to instill his belief that tonight, perhaps his lord wanted something a little bit different from him. He entered him with one finger, probing. Orochimaru made no protest, instead letting out a small whimper of delight. Kabuto added another finger, releasing him from between his lips.
"Yes... Kabuto..."
It was the closest to permission he was going to get. And it wasn't going to take much convincing for Kabuto to grant his wishes. He always knew what Orochimaru needed without it being said out loud.
He lifted a smooth leg, licking the tender skin between the sennin's toes. Writhing beneath him, Orochimaru looked splendid. Long black hair splayed across the pillows, body arched in desperation to be filled with something more. Kabuto withdrew his fingers and entered him fully.
In the flicker of lamplight, Orochimaru seemed ethereal. Something both unholy and divine. A delicate mixture of cold beauty and animalistic ferocity. And he was all Kabuto's.
The medic steadied himself, finding the proper rhythm. Two hearts, two minds, two bodies; distinct and separate but complimenting the other. A passionate dance where the notions of control and superiority blurred and melted into simple desire. Both slaves to the melody of entwined limbs and unspoken longings.
Lost together and surrendering to the moment, until the only sound was that of hot, white silence.