Naruto's eyelashes clung together, even as he tried to force his eyes open and wake. Tears blinded him for a moment as pain from all parts of his body filled him. He whimpered, and his vision cleared.
Hands touched his burning skin, and he moaned in pain when he was forced to sit up against the pillows.
"Shh, open your mouth," Kabuto was terrible at sounding soothing, especially since this was his fault.
"D—don't—unngh." Naruto groaned in pain.
Kabuto held a cup to his lips, and Naruto was helpless against it. He drank down the medicine, grimacing at the taste.
Almost instantly, the pain was gone and a sense of euphoria filled his system. Naruto sighed in relief, and he felt Kabuto's hand gently pat his head before he returned to sleep.
Naruto woke with a pleasant ache in his limbs, and an extremely dry throat.
Where was Orochimaru? Fear filled him. What if he had been abandoned in this room forever? What if Kabuto would become his only source of company? Surely Kabuto wouldn't know how to heal him properly from those strange snakebites.
Naruto forced himself onto his shaking legs, and he wrenched the hall door open. It must have been nighttime, because there was only one torch lighted in the large passage, and dead silence emphasized the ringing in his ears.
His feet led him to Orochimaru's room, but he had to lean heavily against the walls to get there. The dark frightened him, especially considering what kind of company Orochimaru might keep. His hands trembled slightly as they slid across the wall.
Then, Naruto came to the door that he knew was Orochimaru's office. He had no idea where the man's room was, and he could only hope that he would be found there in the morning.
The heavy stone door was silent even as Naruto threw himself hard against it to push it open. As soon as he entered the dimly lit room, a pair of yellow eyes fixated on him.
"Naruto-kun," he said slowly, "What are you doing out of bed?"
Naruto trembled against the wall, feeling the strange presence of Orochimaru's potent chakra surround him. It licked at his skin, soothing and soft against him. His own chakra responded eagerly, like open flame to a breeze.
"What…what have you done? Take it off. Now."
Orochimaru leaned heavily against the palm that was supporting his chin. He gave a cruel smirk that was softened by the exhaustion in his gaze.
"I gave you a curse seal, Naruto. A curse seal more powerful than any one I have ever given. You are mine now, forever."
Naruto stared at the snake man, observing the way his white hand was clenched on the desk.
"But that's not all, is it?"
Naruto stepped closer, and his chakra roared inside of him. The fox purred in contentment.
"You've made yourself…vulnerable to me. In an effort to control me, you've compromised your own power over me." Naruto leaned in close to the pale man.
Orochimaru's lips parted, his yellow eyes intent on Naruto's. There was an undeniable heat there, a longing that Naruto felt wholeheartedly. This was his master. His.
"Mine," Naruto growled through his teeth, which were suddenly nipping on Orochimaru's thin white lips. The older man hissed, his own mouth opening to join the barrage of tongues. Naruto's hands were clenching hard on the fabric of the sannin's clothes, practically tearing them open as he assaulted the thin mouth with harsh bites and swipes of his tongue. Naruto was filled with the desire to simply fuck, punch, and beat the older man until he was his completely, until they were one. Their chakra's mingled, filling them both to the brim with satisfation. Naruto was no longer as weak as a kitten. The bags under Orochimaru's eyes had disappeared.
Naruto pulled back, filling with arousal when he saw how breathless and bruised Orochimaru was from their kiss. His mouth was swollen and littered with red marks like butterfly wings across his jaw.
"Naruto…" Orochimaru's voice was very soft.
Naruto pulled him to his feet, and he kissed the older man soundly one more time.
"You have raped me, tortured me, and humiliated me. And now you've bound me against my will. I should leave. I will leave, and never come back."
Naruto watched the yellow eyes grow wide, and then the wide face slip into impassiveness. The serpentine man looked oddly feeble and submissive in that moment, his dark hair a curtain around his face as he scrambled for the control he had always possessed.
"You can never leave now, Naruto. Don't you see that? The bond will literally eat away at us until we are together again." He was trying to sound arrogant and amused as he usually did, but at that moment he looked every bit the timid child Jiraiya had once said he was.
"Then I guess I'll have to die then," Naruto was shocked by the coldness in his voice, "because I would never stay here and let you hurt me anymore."
Naruto spun around on his heel, breaking the skin contact between them that sent a pang of loss through both men.
He caught one last glance at Orochimaru, whose eyes were wide and unsure, his hand raised as if to reach for him, but he couldn't bring himself to.
Naruto would never leave him. He wouldn't know where to go. He would be too damaged to survive without him.
His lips burned where the Kyuubi's had touched them, all fire and vigor and want.
Those blue eyes, once so innocent and trusting, were now blocks of ice that Orochimaru had never wanted to create.
He leaned heavily against his desk, slipping a hand inside the drawer to the picture he kept there. It was his mother, a plump woman with red hair and a loving smile, and his father, a stern man who looked like Orochimaru in every way.
The picture always used to bring him solace. He would not end up like his parents, dying the death of lovers in battle.
Now it left a cold block of ice in his chest. He had ruined himself because he had wanted what he could not have.
He had wanted the boy's heart.
Now he was sentenced to die painfully without him, alone forever. He would be remembered only as the fool who had tried and failed to achieve mortality. The man who had betrayed Konoha and had nothing to show for it.
Orochimaru sank to the floor, his previous exhaustion catching up with him. It wasn't right. He was going to die for nothing. It wasn't right…
Some time later, Kabuto woke him from his stupor with feverish questions about his health. Orochimaru heard his words from behind a thick sheet of glass.
"—sama. What has happened? I just saw Naruto a few paces down the hall. He doesn't look good. I assumed—"
Orochimaru was on his feet in an instant, charging out into the dark hallway. Sure enough, the blonde boy was crumpled against the wall, his face pinched tight in pain. Orochimaru wrapped his arms around him tightly, and they shuddered as one.
"Orochimaru-sama?" Kabuto's hesitant inquiry was ignored.
Orochimaru lifted the smaller man in his arms, feeling the warm seep through him and to his leaden chest.
Somehow, he would make it up to the Kyuubi. He would do anything to see that bright smile again.
They were entwined together, two halves of a whole, light and dark. Naruto felt the warm white skin against his, the thin chest before him rising and fall almost in unison with his own. Their limbs were curled together, and Naruto noticed that the older man looked almost vulnerable in his sleep.
He curled his hands in the thick black hair, which shivered like velvet in his fingers. It was undoubtedly his best feature, the only redeeming quality to the otherwise serpentine appearance.
Well, no, that wasn't true.
The feminine angles of his face, the strong jaw and high cheekbones, those could be considered pleasant to the eye. The eyes were wide and thickly lined with black eyelashes, despite their yellowness.
Naruto stroked each feature of the tired face, wondering what the man would look like without all of the manipulation. Would he be eternally beautiful, like Tsunade, or would he embrace his age as Jiraiya had?
Orochimaru's eyes slowly opened, blinking in confusion before locking with his own. He gave a small, unsure smile, his arms tightening around Naruto as if afraid he would disappear.
"Don't leave me," Orochimaru whispered, his voice human and soft in the darkness, and it was the most disturbing thing Naruto had ever heard.
A.N.:
I am SO sorry you guys. I was really doubtful about this part, and it was pretty hard to get right. I would've uploaded sooner, but I had to change A LOT before it was acceptable. I hope you enjoy! (:
-Marching Clocks