Need me
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,123
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Need me
Ok, I have no idea where this came from… Just felt like doing some angst again… And since Kabuto is one of my all time favourite Naruto characters I felt I should write something about him….
Warnings: Dark Lemon, violence… YAOI.
Parings: Orochimaru/Kabuto, Gaara/Kabuto
Disclaimer: Nope, still don’t own Naruto… *sighs*
R&R please?
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Kabuto bit his lip as his clothes were slowly removed, his hands tied to the head board of the bed. It didn’t matter now that the ropes cut into his wrists, not when that skilled tongue played over his chest… Not when those deadly hands slid down over his sides and came to rest on his hips. Those hands soon moved downwards again, bringing the last piece of clothing he was wearing with them.
Kabuto’s legs instantly spread, inviting those hands… They came, ever so slowly as he heard a soft chuckle above him.
“Ever so eager to please, aren’t you Kabuto-kun?” That low voice he had come to love so much breathed in his ear and he whimpered. He wouldn’t speak, he wouldn’t beg… Not this time… Not again… But as the hands moved up his thighs ever so slowly he felt his resistant crumble. As they pushed his legs even further apart and the tongue moved down over his body and finally lapped up his leaking precum he moaned and tossed his head. So sweet torture… The tongue moved even lower, circling his shaft and ghosted over his balls to start to lick his entrance. He knew by now that it wasn’t to prepare him, it wasn’t to make it less painful, rather the opposite and he loved it. The impossibly long tongue impaled him and he screamed, unable to stop himself any more. He screamed and begged, for what he wasn’t sure, he didn’t know if his whimpers of please was for the snake to stop or to give him more.
As he was flipped to his stomach he didn’t feel the way the rope cut of all circulation to his hands or the way they cut into his skin, making him bleed. He didn’t care about the blood that leaked from his entrance as he was once again impaled, this time by some thing much harder and much wider than that tongue. He didn’t even realise when the tongue wrapped around his throat and slowly started to suffocate him. He didn’t realise that with his release he started to loose consciousness. He didn’t hear the words that whispered of him being a good little whore and that now he would always belong to Orochimaru. Nothing mattered, he had been filled with his masters seed once again, and he had been needed again, that was all that mattered as the world turned black around him.
Gaara made his way through the rumbles that once had been Orochimaru’s nest. Naruto and Sakura were too occupied with Sasuke to care for him right now and he really wanted to see how a man like Orochimaru had chosen to live his life… As he passed a cracked door to one of the cells he felt a weak flicker of chakra and hesitantly opened the door. He thought he knew the body that was lying on the bed, weekly remembered him from Konoha… He tilted his head as he walked over and undid the bindings that held the youth to the bed and flipped him over. The eyes of the dying man opened and looked at him. There was a plea in them and Gaara knew what it meant. He nodded silently and bent down to kiss the other.
“Need me…” Kabuto breathed to the younger how nodded silently. And Kabuto was happy. It didn’t matter to him who it was that needed him, as long as he was needed. He reached up with shaky hands to try to remove Gaara’s clothes and whimpered as he was stopped.
“Need me.”
“I do. But I need your love, not your body. Love me, and I’ll need you.”
Kabuto was confused, wasn’t it the same thing? Wasn’t being needed to be loved? Wasn’t it love to bring bodily pleasure to his master? He didn’t understand… And Gaara realised that they had to learn all this love thing toghter, to try to figure out were that line between need and love was…
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I might to some more on this if you want me too….
Warnings: Dark Lemon, violence… YAOI.
Parings: Orochimaru/Kabuto, Gaara/Kabuto
Disclaimer: Nope, still don’t own Naruto… *sighs*
R&R please?
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Kabuto bit his lip as his clothes were slowly removed, his hands tied to the head board of the bed. It didn’t matter now that the ropes cut into his wrists, not when that skilled tongue played over his chest… Not when those deadly hands slid down over his sides and came to rest on his hips. Those hands soon moved downwards again, bringing the last piece of clothing he was wearing with them.
Kabuto’s legs instantly spread, inviting those hands… They came, ever so slowly as he heard a soft chuckle above him.
“Ever so eager to please, aren’t you Kabuto-kun?” That low voice he had come to love so much breathed in his ear and he whimpered. He wouldn’t speak, he wouldn’t beg… Not this time… Not again… But as the hands moved up his thighs ever so slowly he felt his resistant crumble. As they pushed his legs even further apart and the tongue moved down over his body and finally lapped up his leaking precum he moaned and tossed his head. So sweet torture… The tongue moved even lower, circling his shaft and ghosted over his balls to start to lick his entrance. He knew by now that it wasn’t to prepare him, it wasn’t to make it less painful, rather the opposite and he loved it. The impossibly long tongue impaled him and he screamed, unable to stop himself any more. He screamed and begged, for what he wasn’t sure, he didn’t know if his whimpers of please was for the snake to stop or to give him more.
As he was flipped to his stomach he didn’t feel the way the rope cut of all circulation to his hands or the way they cut into his skin, making him bleed. He didn’t care about the blood that leaked from his entrance as he was once again impaled, this time by some thing much harder and much wider than that tongue. He didn’t even realise when the tongue wrapped around his throat and slowly started to suffocate him. He didn’t realise that with his release he started to loose consciousness. He didn’t hear the words that whispered of him being a good little whore and that now he would always belong to Orochimaru. Nothing mattered, he had been filled with his masters seed once again, and he had been needed again, that was all that mattered as the world turned black around him.
Gaara made his way through the rumbles that once had been Orochimaru’s nest. Naruto and Sakura were too occupied with Sasuke to care for him right now and he really wanted to see how a man like Orochimaru had chosen to live his life… As he passed a cracked door to one of the cells he felt a weak flicker of chakra and hesitantly opened the door. He thought he knew the body that was lying on the bed, weekly remembered him from Konoha… He tilted his head as he walked over and undid the bindings that held the youth to the bed and flipped him over. The eyes of the dying man opened and looked at him. There was a plea in them and Gaara knew what it meant. He nodded silently and bent down to kiss the other.
“Need me…” Kabuto breathed to the younger how nodded silently. And Kabuto was happy. It didn’t matter to him who it was that needed him, as long as he was needed. He reached up with shaky hands to try to remove Gaara’s clothes and whimpered as he was stopped.
“Need me.”
“I do. But I need your love, not your body. Love me, and I’ll need you.”
Kabuto was confused, wasn’t it the same thing? Wasn’t being needed to be loved? Wasn’t it love to bring bodily pleasure to his master? He didn’t understand… And Gaara realised that they had to learn all this love thing toghter, to try to figure out were that line between need and love was…
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I might to some more on this if you want me too….