The night was silent and serene; dark as only the moon offered a glimpse of the expansive landscape. Kabuto's mind wasn't set on the view outside, however. He worked quietly in the laboratory, mixing together certain formulas, and concocting elixirs. Every now and then, he would nod to himself upon discovering something new that could be advantageous. There was also the thought of Orochimaru's health to take into consideration. Surprisingly, the man had been doing better since he started taking the newest medicine Kabuto produced, but it was only a matter of time before his body became immune to it. No, if he was to cure his master, he needed to continue finding the source; the missing link that would keep him healthy forever. He wasn't confident himself if such a thing was possible, but determination kept his mind at work and clear of any doubts he might have.

Carefully picking up a needle filled with a green-ish colored liquid, he injected it into one of the subjects he used to conduct his experiments on. For a while the unconscious person was still. 'Hm, no response to this one...' Suddenly, the pale body started to move and he quickly turned to observe. An ear-shattering scream arose from them, and he winced putting both hands over his ears. Their skin slowly started to melt and decay before the heart monitor made the familiar long beeping noise. He set his clipboard down. 'Another one failed...'

Needless to say, he was getting frustrated. And with the Akatsuki randomly appearing to steal his test results, it was becoming even more complicated to find a cure. Nudging the glasses further up on his nose, he took a sheet and covered the mutilated body up. He sighed, and stood in silence for a moment before deciding to continue his work. "If only I could make a comparison, and then find the right results." he mumbled. "Then maybe I could..." Upon picking up an ink pen to write down his thoughts, something grabbed him from behind and he flinched.

"Kabuto..." Orochimaru whispered, that familiar tongue slithered its way up his neck.
His body untensed, though he gave the man a questionable look. "Orochimaru-sama?" It wasn't too often he ventured out from his room unless it was to make a report or conduct more research.

Orochimaru smirked. "Don't let me distract you. Please, continue working." the man's hand suddenly moved around Kabuto's waist to caress his stomach. He seemed to be teasing him, brisking his fingertips ever so dauntingly across the hem of his pants. He grazed his fangs against the man's neck, loving the way he trembled under him. There wasn't much Kabuto could do to resist his master, especially when he was ever so bewitching to his body. "Have you gathered any new results?" he asked, warm breath beating against his ear.

Kabuto shuddered, his hand moved sloppily across the clipboard as he tried to write; hindering his handwriting to be almost illegible. "N-no, nothing th-that can help..." He was finding it more difficult to concentrate on his work as Orochimaru continued caressing his body; finding each spot that made him shake with want. "A-and since the Akatsuki took my research I can't-" he gasped when he felt a slim, cold hand glide under his pants; pointed fingertips brisked tauntingly over his length. Seemed Orochimaru's current goal at the moment was to fondle him while he attempted to conduct the rest of his research.

"I can't seem to f-find the right supplement..." he moaned as Orochimaru's hand wrapped firmly around him. "..to add. Ah.." He suddenly put both hands on the table in front of him, unable to hold his balance as pleasure riveted through his body, finally giving in to his master's touch.
Orochimaru smirked, and leaned down next to his ear. "Then," he stroked him faster, "You have to work harder." Those sharp fangs were suddenly embedded into the skin of Kabuto's neck; the man gasped again, his back arching as fingernails raked against the steel surface of the observation table. Shuddering, he let his head drop down, breathing heavy.

Orochimaru released the man from his grip, licking the blood from his sharp canines. "Its not like you to come so fast," he licked his fingertips, "Perhaps you should rest; your stamina is getting low." he smirked.
Kabuto slowly leaned back up, fixing his glasses. "Forgive me, Orochimaru-sama. I suppose I may have been overworking myself."

Both of the men suddenly looked back when the door to the laboratory opened, the shadow to a person stood quietly before kneeling on one knee. "Orochimaru..."
"Did you take care of them?"
"No. They moved to a new location before I could plan an action to make."
At this, Orochimaru frowned. "You should know as well as anyone that I do no take disappointing news kindly." he hissed.
"Do not worry," the person assured, picking their head up to look at him. "I will take care of the Akatsuki and make sure that Deidara is secured."

With no other words exchanged between them, the mysterious person stood up and disappeared. Orochimaru continued to stand in silence for a while, nothing but a single thought playing on his mind. 'Akatsuki, you may have my work in your hands, but nothing will stop me from getting what I want!'

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As the wind started to blow, the temperature outside grew colder. Dirt dusted up from the ground and leaves flickered through the air. One particular leaf feathered right under the nose of a certain assassin. He sneezed. "How much longer are we going to walk through this forsaken forest?! Un."
"Is there anything else you do other than complain?" Sasori sighed.
"Hmph." Deidara pouted. Already he was tired and it didn't help any that the Akatsuki were partnered up to move to the next location of their hideout. But of all people, why did he have to pair with him?! He frowned harder. Especially after what he did; taking advantage of his weakened state and molesting him. Just thinking about it made the blonde shudder with disgust.

"Hey, how's your arm?"
"Hm?" Deidara gave his arm a few good flexes; the bandages were already starting to come off. "Its fine. I told you I didn't need any help. My body practically takes care of itself. Un." He gloated before his face turned into a frown. "I can't say the same for my back though." He mumbled, failing to notice the amused yet curious stare Sasori gave him before he suddenly stopped walking.

Deidara looked around. Were they here? There was nothing but more pine trees and large rocks scattered about the ground. And old ruin, presumably a statue or totem of some sort, was covered in moss and breaking apart due to its olden age. Other than that, nothing seemed to stand out that led this to being any sort of a hideout. "Stand back." Sasori ordered, taking a few step back himself. Just like before, he put two fingers parallel to his face and mumbled a word. The ground shook and Deidara curiously looked around.

'This is just like last time...' He observed the area around him, and suddenly it felt like something beneath his feet was shifting structurally. He moved back a few steps, and the soft, grassy ground began to drift apart, revealing a staircase. Faintly, he could see a light within the hollow ground. Sasori was the first to venture down the stairway; Deidara followed behind him as the secret entrance was resealed. 'Kind of neat. Un.'

Once they reached the end of the stairs, a hallway was revealed lit from torches that were hooked to either side of the walls. Deidara brisked his hand across the surface of the wall; there were unique, swirled patterns carved in them. 'This seems familiar...' He was snapped from his thoughts when Konan appeared.

"There was no trouble along the way, I presume?"
"Nothing other than dealing with this brat." Sasori nodded.
Deidara frowned at the comment, but didn't reply. For the moment, there were too many other things on his mind; like enacting his revenge for one, and then getting the hell out of here!
"Your room will be down that way, third door to the left. Also, Sasori, you and Kisame shall have the night-guard shift tomorrow."
"Hm?" he tilted his head slightly. "Is Itachi not accompanying him?"
"He has been assigned a mission along with Zetsu. That being said," Konan suddenly darted her yellow eyes to Deidara. "Deidara you shall be pulling a shift with Tobi tonight."
"WHAT?!" Deidara shouted. "Why do I have to miss out on sleep, and further more, why does it have to be with that kid?!"
"Master Pein's orders." She simply said before turning around and disappearing into the hallway's chambers.

"Tch." the blonde pouted. 'Great. More shit I have to deal with.' He watched as Sasori walked forward. 'And then this guy...' He balled his fist, following behind him. The two ninja walked to their assigned room which was lit with a single lantern, and Deidara was filled with relief upon seeing there were two separate beds. However, he got an eerily familiar chill up his spine. Something about this place struck him as vaguely odd, yet mundane.

Sasori made his way to a desk and gestured his hands a few times. Deidara didn't know what he was doing until he felt something creep up behind him. When he turned around, he flinched. "Sh-shit!" It was Sasori's puppet. Slowly it floated towards the red head and Sasori took something out of his robe. Deidara could hardly see what it was due to the dim lighting, but it looked like a stack of papers or documents of some sort. He handed it off to the puppet and it put the papers in a compartment in its chest. After that, Sasori made his way towards one of the beds as the puppet rested itself almost lifeless on the chair.

Deidara continued to stare at it. 'Wonder if its some top secret information. If I can get my hands on it...'
"Feel free to sleep until Tobi retrieves you for your shift, although you don't have much time until then."
"Yeah, yeah..." Deidara waved his hand. "Doesn't matter anyway. If I sleep, weirdo's like you are going to try to rape me!"
At that, Sasori had to hold back a laugh. "Don't deny that you didn't enjoy it." He said, brown eyes glaring at him in the dark.
He growled. "I didn't enjoy it!"

Sasori did not respond and lied down to rest on the bed. "Whatever. Just turn off the light when you leave."
Deidara leaned against the wall for a few minutes, shivering at the cold touch. He found it odd that he had that reflex even though he was easily able to tolerate the cold. Actually, his body had been acting weird since before coming to this place. He recalled that when Sasori woke him up to leave, he jolted at the touch and he lashed out at the man, warning him not to touch him again. Although when he sat up to get ready, his face was warm and flustered. Angrily, he bit his lip thinking about the event. Even now, just looking at the red head, Deidara's body felt strange. He felt allured, yet appalled! Hot, yet cold. He curled his fingers. He just wanted to wring the man's neck out! Upon hearing soft snoring, Deidara smirked. He walked towards Sasori's bedside.

'You shouldn't let your guard down near an enemy.' He all but grinned as he placed a clay figure on Sasori's cheek. His shadow cascaded over his face, blocking the glow of the lantern behind him. This was it; he was going to kill him and be free of this pervert's hands! He brought his hand up, fingers positioned to slide past each other. 'Do it! Kill him!' For some reason, he was still. 'What are you doing? Blow this fucker's face off!' His hand shook as he continued to glare at the man's sleeping face. 'Just snap your fingers and its over!' He scowled. "Fuck!" He suddenly brought his hand down, and looked the other way. The clay minion disintegrated into the air. It was as if ever since he had sex with him, he felt revoked from doing anything to harm him. Even though he was able to move his body of his own free will, something mentally held him back. Needless to say, whatever that barrier was, it pissed him off!

He shivered remembering how Sasori's hands touched him and when he uttered the word 'mine' while they were having sex. The way he said it sounded so possessive, controlling, nightmarish even. The pure thought and remembrance of it made the blonde shudder with chills up his spine. 'What has he done to me? Its like he's taken control of my body not physically, but mentally.' Deidara was growing more and more agitated. These people were going to drive him crazy! He really needed to get out of here! Maybe tonight he would make his move to escape, but before that... he looked at the puppet sitting in the corner near the desk.

Cautiously, he approached it; its eyes stared lifelessly though it seemed to follow his every move. He looked at the small compartment in its chest, finding it odd that there was no lock or chain to keep it secure. Maybe there was a trick or something to open it? He jumped when suddenly the compartment slid open slightly, and he got a glimpse of the papers inside. He grinned. 'This is going to be too easy!' Slowly he reached his hand across to gather access of the hidden drawer, but just as his fingertip touched it, the puppet suddenly moved and brought its hand up to shut the drawer before leaning back straight. 'The hell?' Deidara looked to Sasori who was still sound asleep on the bed. There was no evidence of him moving. 'So he can control this thing even while sleeping?' He put a hand on his hip, pouting as he looked back towards the puppet. 'Well I'm not going to attempt anything further. There'd be no pointing in me dying for something thats probably worthless!' Though if it were worthless, Sasori wouldn't be trying to protect it in the first place.

"Deidara-sempai..." Tobi opened the door, rubbing his mask tiredly, "Are you ready for your shift?"
"Yeah." He blew out the lantern and made haste towards the door. As he closed it, light from the hallway slowly faded from the room until there was only darkness. 'So you couldn't kill me, huh, brat?' Sasori smirked. 'You are proving to be a most loyal slave.'