A Troublesome Series of Events

The torture continues~. But with a little bit of fluff first. ;D
anime-luney plays Kabuto.

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When Sasuke came back in he was holding a towel, ointment and some gauze for the other boy’s wounds. He shivered, remembering the little run in with Kabuto he’d had while retrieving the medical supplies. He’d been reminded that once he’d cleaned up the obvious injuries and washed the boy’s body that he was to be handed over to the ninja. His shoulder was going to be treated as soon as possible apparently.

“Shikamaru, I have some ointment here…” He trailed off when he saw the boy, wanting to drop the things he was carrying and rush over to him. He swayed a little where he stood, shaking his head lightly and gripping the materials in his hands. No. He couldn’t become too attached. He’d already been pushing it lately.

He kneeled down, unable to resist reaching out with the little towel, swiping the boy’s cheek with a gentle stroke of his wrist. He kept his eyes on the task, refusing to acknowledge that he cared about the boy while he tenderly moved on to his other cheek.

Shikamaru flinched back with wide eyes before they narrowed at the other boy. He glanced away, eyes hard but tears still flowing. He hated that he couldn't stop them, but he had to admit he wasn't trying very hard.

"Don't act like you care, Uchiha," he muttered softly, his voice hoarse. "If you cared about any of us in Konoha, especially Naruto, you wouldn't have even left." He wasn't sure why he was saying this, but he didn't want to stay silent.

Sasuke didn’t flinch physically, but his hand tightened on the cloth. He paused, meeting the Nara’s eyes, almost leaning forward and kissing him. He caught himself, stilling his body from rocking forward, only moving his towel to catch some of the recent tears.

“I shouldn’t care. But.” He bowed his head, letting his infamous locks guard his expression from the others. “I don’t know anymore….”

He looked back over at Sasuke, studying him silently. After a few seconds he sighed. "Tch. What don't you know? Why you live? Why you left? Hurt us all? Who you are? Who you should be? What it means to be a ninja?"

He stopped talking when his voice seemed to be getting more strained and he glanced away again. Sasuke had been one of the few he looked up to-- though he never told anyone-- because he couldn't read him well like anyone else. And he just wanted to know.

“I don’t know what I feel anymore.” He explained, glancing up. His heart seemed to be trying to tell him something, but he’d worked so hard to desensitize himself from the useless organ it was hard to understand now that he was listening. His brain tried to remember what it used to know on instinct, attempting to reclaim all his lost knowledge.

He dropped the towel down, pressing it against the still bleeding wound at his shoulder. He knew that Kabuto would be seeing to that soon enough, but it… bothered him to let it stay as it was. He reached over with his other hand, grasping Shikamaru’s hand, ignoring the small flash of heat that seemed to jolt up from his fingertips.

“Hold it there.” He instructed, letting go of the hand and waiting for the boy to hold the towel on his own. He grasped the ointment, moving it closer for when he had two hands.

Shikamaru kept silent but complied and held the towel, pressing it tightly against the wound to stop the blood flow. He wanted to be mad at Sasuke. In all rights, he should be; you don't just stand there when someone you know gets raped, let alone help it happen. But, for some reason, he just couldn't be.

“Good.” Sasuke said, getting the ointment onto his fingers. He looked over Shikamaru’s body, seeing some small bruises and scrapes but nothing major. Really, the worst was the bite at his shoulder and his broken wrist.

“This will sting.” He said, raising his fingers up to the split lip. He gently applied the smooth, creamy substance, rubbing the tip of his finger along the Nara’s bottom lip slowly.

Shikamaru forced himself to stay still as Sasuke drew closer. He closed his eyes and he kept his breathing steady at the stinging touch. It really was nothing, but with how tired he was it took a fair bit of concentration.

He noticed the Nara’s forced stillness, a fine tremble going down said boy’s body as he attempted the probably difficult task. Sasuke rested his knuckles on his chin, running his thumb across the lips this time, rubbing the ointment into the minor wound and enjoying the feel of his lips under the pad of his thumb.

He forced himself to swallow the saliva pooling in the back of his mouth, hyper-aware of everything his body was feeling and doing. He sighed and opened his eyes, watching Sasuke's face and trying to read any emotions.

Sasuke looked away, pulling back. He felt like he’d been caught in the act with something, and he didn’t completely understand why.

“Do you want me to touch your wrist?” He asked, getting more of the ointment onto his hand. He began applying it to some of the more minor areas across Shikamaru’s stomach and chest, rubbing it into the olive-toned skin.

Shikamaru shivered lightly at the touches, giving a shrug. "If you can do anything to help it, go right ahead," he said, surprising even himself with the amount of trust just given.

Looking up from his task, the Uchiha nodded slightly. He reached for the ointment again, getting a good amount onto his palm. The stuff had some kind of special herb in it, soothing the flesh that it touches as well as being anti-bacterial. Trust Kabuto to be the only one to figure this kind of miracle out.

“I’m… sorry if this hurts.” Sasuke said, ducking his head again before grasping the broken wrist. He tried to do it as gently as possible, but a broken bone is a broken bone and he knew it had to have hurt even if just a little. He began rubbing his palm along the Nara’s wrist in a stroking motion, rubbing the ointment in.

Shikamaru winced, sucking in a breath and letting it out through his teeth in a hiss. He took deep breaths and tried to keep his nerves calm, but it didn't work very well since with each stroke a new pain flared up. Giving up on the deep breathing, he just clenched his jaw and waited for the other to finish.

Sasuke tried not to concentrate on Shikamaru’s obvious pain and discomfort. He continued to apply the ointment, simultaneously wanting to get it over with and to prolong it. He knew soon after he finished this last touch up he’d have to send the Nara into the manic clutches of Kabuto.

“Almost done.” He said, feeling the cool substance beneath his palm beginning to deplete into the injured flesh.

Shikamaru just nodded and grunted in acknowledgement. He began to let his mind wander both as a distraction to the pain and trying to think a plan. He didn't think much would work-- if anything-- but he wasn't going to stop trying to find a way out.

Before he could nod his response to the boy he was tending, light footsteps could be heard coming up on them. A soft, derisive chuckle came from behind the raven haired Uchiha, signaling that the one coming towards them had seen the display.

“If only Orochimaru could see you two now.” Kabuto said with a contemptuous look in his posture and over the contours of his face. Sasuke made a low, almost growling sound. He’d never like the man to begin with, and now he was going to take Shikamaru away.

Shikamaru brought his thoughts to an end as his body stiffened. He looked up at the new-comer and narrowed his eyes. The medic-nin had always made him feel uneasy, especially once he'd learned that he could fight against Kakashi as an equal in power and cunning.

“Oh, such a nasty look. I should feel wounded, Nara.” Kabuto said, smiling in a way that struck Sasuke as eerie and malevolent. The Uchiha didn’t feel comfortable at all allowing Shikamaru to go off with this obviously mad man, but he knew he had to or worse things than rape would happen to the boy.

“Treat him carefully, Kabuto. Orochimaru wouldn’t want his newest toy broken by you.” Sasuke snarled, standing and glaring. The silver haired shinobi raised a hand, his smile only turning into a smirk.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Sasuke. But, that all depends on what we consider broken, right?” Kabuto said, stepping up to the two boys, kneeling down to Shikamaru’s eye level. “But I do wonder, whose wrath to fear more for breaking him. Orochimaru’s... or yours?”

Shikamaru watched Kabuto's movements carefully, still glaring at him. His hand tightened his hold on the towel over his wound as if the medic-nin was going to rip it away and make it worse. And the Nara wouldn't put it passed Kabuto if he wanted to.

Kabuto turned his smirk onto Shikamaru, reaching out to the wounded shoulder. He fingered the cloth, sending out a bit of chakra to see what was damaged and how badly.

“You would do best not to find out which.” Sasuke said coldly, wanting only for Kabuto to get it over with and leave. He was feeling the irrational urge to demand to be the only one to treat the Nara, to keep him from the others horrible clutches.

Shikamaru forced himself to not flinch away, but couldn't hold back a small wince as the towel shifted and pulled at the wound. He looked down at the floor before once again moving his gaze onto Sasuke. He continued his previous scrutinizing of the Uchiha, trying to find something he could understand.

“So, you’ve grown that fond of him?” Kabuto said, pulling away. He stood, turning to face the Uchiha, dismissing the Nara for now.

“…And so what if I have?” Sasuke said icily, glaring full force at the man in front of him. Kabuto sighed, shrugging. He lifted a hand to the bridge of his nose, rubbing it.

“I’ll need to take him away from you then.” He explained as though it would be a great hassle to do.

Shikamaru watched them, still silent, ideas running through his head. He knew he couldn't do anything now, and he was sure that, while his shoulder was supposed to be healed, they wouldn't be stupid and make him perfectly healthy.

But still, he thought to himself, if they take him out of this cell he can see more of what Orochimaru's lair looked like and try to form a better escape. And, while getting ahead of himself, it could also help in attacking it after he gets back to Konoha. And he would get back, he vowed. He wouldn't stay stuck here or die.

Sasuke remained utterly still. He didn’t know quite what to say, whether to deny his affections or order Kabuto to refrain from removing the source of the feelings. After all, a shinobi shouldn’t have such weakening attributes… But Kabuto shouldn’t have the authority to do this… His mind was twisted up in what was going on, wondering what to do.

“Speak with Lord Orochimaru if you wish to see him further.” Kabuto said plainly, turning his back on the Uchiha fearlessly. He returned to Shikamaru’s side, kneeling down and picking him up from the ground.

Ending his thought process again, he focused on balancing himself better in Kabuto's grasp, just in case. He didn't want to make anything easier for them, but he didn't want to be dropped to the ground either. He felt a twinge of embarrassment for having to be carried, but was able to push it away and focus on more important things. He had to memorize what little of the passages he was going to be carried through and at least by being carried he wouldn't be able to lag and draw attention to himself.

“See you later, Sasuke.” Kabuto said, walking away from the Uchiha without any other parting words. Sasuke watched him go, trying his best to control the strangely raging emotions going on within him. It wouldn’t due to suddenly attack Kabuto from behind, despite how alluring the prospect would be.

“So, Shikamaru. How’s that blond dunce Naruto been?” Kabuto asked once they were a little further down the hallway and out of Sasuke’s earshot.

He shifted his gaze onto Kabuto and narrowed his eyes again. "It's none of your business," he muttered, quickly looking around them again. His eyes traced the hall they were heading down as discreetly as he could, hoping to find a place that held more light than others-- which meant windows or doors.

Clucking his tongue at the boy in his arms, Kabuto rounded a corner, taking unnecessary turns and twists for the Nara’s benefit. He knew the male in his arms was probably trying to memorize where they were as they walked.

“No, no it’s not, but forgive me for my idle curiosity. Being in Orochimaru’s company, it’s hard to see common life anymore.” He explained, shifting the weight in his arms.

Shikamaru continued to map out what he knew of the place in his mind, easily coming up with a floor plan. He did notice they back-tracked a few times or the halls crossed. A frown formed on his lips before it was wiped off as he winced from the shifting.

He didn't reply to Kabuto's statement, partially because he was only half-listening. He drew his eyebrows together again in a thoughtful frown. Why was he showing him, a prisoner, more than necessary?

Kabuto’s smirk dropped into a kind of pout as Shikamaru ignored him. He came up on the destination he’d intended on, stopping to set Shikamaru down on the ground and open the locked door with his key.

“Is he still trying for his foolhardy dream to become Hokage?” He asked, bending and picking him up again.

Shikamaru turned his attention back to Kabuto after he shot a quick glance inside the room. Unconsciously, he tensed up a little. He figured they were going to a medic bay of sorts, but it still made him nervous. He'd never liked hospitals, even less so after that one mission.

"It's not foolhardy," he answered finally. He always believed in his friends, more so Naruto after he had seen him grow so much in strength.

Kabuto carried him in, setting him down onto an examining table. He turned, looking for the right things he would need for this particular venture.

“Oh? Pray tell, how is it not foolhardy for a demon to aspire for a position near omnipotent in the villages eyes?” Kabuto replied to Shikamaru’s response.

He closed his eyes and let out a sigh. "He controls the Kyuubi, not the other way around," he said simply. "But why should it matter to you either way? You're not part of Konoha and, if you work for Orochimaru, you probably don't want to see it standing anyway."

Kabuto turned, raising a brow in the Nara’s direction. He’d found the things he wanted, in the form of a needle and medicine to put into the cylinder attached to it.

“That may be what we know, but the villagers see it the other way. And it may not matter to me, but it can still be interesting. Like hearing about your friend’s dog dying. Ultimately the mutt’s life doesn’t affect you, but you’re still curious about it.”

Shikamaru looked over at him, eyeing the needle skeptically. His family took care of most of Konoha's medicines, but he hadn't ever paid close attention to that. "I'm a ninja; I don't need any anesthetic," he said, hoping that's all it was and ignoring what he said. This wasn't the time to get into a debate about his own village and Naruto, never mind the fact that he never wanted to debate that with anyone in the first place.

Kabuto smiled wickedly, advancing on the injured teen. As he moved closer he drew the pull on the syringe back, filling it with the appropriate amount of the liquid he planned to inject into the Nara.

“It’s not an anesthetic.” He explained. He debated on strapping the boy down or not. He might start to struggle, but then, wasn’t that part of the fun?

Shikamaru swallowed passed the lump forming in his throat. "Then what is it?" he asked hesitantly, eyes not moving from the other ninja. He didn't trust them to put any sort of foreign chemicals in his body no matter what they said they were supposed to do.

Kabuto’s grin became almost manic as he leaned forward, his glasses glinting in the artificial light above his silver haired head. He reached out his hand, grasping the broken wrist without much care. He didn’t try to be gentle, but he didn’t try to be cruel.

“Oh, just something to make this feel so much better.” He explained further, bringing the needle up, showing it off.

He whimpered as his wrist was jarred again and he struggled through the pain, trying to get his arm back. "I don't need anything; just fix the bite and let me go," he said, eyes not leaving the needle.

Kabuto’s grip increased, bringing up the broken wrist. He thrust the point of the needle in before the boy could move it, hitting the vein expertly. He injected the substance in, speaking while he did so.

“If I was only planning on fixing the bite, then I wouldn’t bother with this. But, seeing as I plan to touch much more than your shoulder, this seems to be a necessity. I know how much you dislike me after all.” He pulled the needle out, stepping back to put it away and watch the affects.

Shikamaru winced, letting his arm rest across his lap. He closed his eyes, able to feel whatever the chemical was move through his system. He looked back over at Kabuto, eyes wide.

"What did you inject?" he said, voice a little strained. He could feel his body heat and heart rate increasing; he just hoped it wasn't some sort of poison. He couldn't die yet!

Kabuto chuckled lowly, loving how the Nara had a slightly panicked look about him. The boy was probably entertaining thoughts of poison or knock out drugs. If only.

“Only a little aphrodisiac I whipped up myself. You’ll become so responsive, along with it healing you. Think of it this way. I’m just turning all your pain into pure pleasure by changing your nervous systems signals around chemically.” He said, eyeing his work. A nice subtle flush was coming up on his subject’s skin. Beautiful.

Shikamaru's eyes widened a little more as a shiver racked his body. He could also feel some of his skin mending itself, but it didn't comfort him a bit.

"Why couldn't you just--" he cut himself off with another shudder, "--just stitch it up?" he asked, almost whining.

“It wouldn’t be as fun to do that.” Kabuto said, coming forward. He almost didn’t want to touch him, just to see how much he’d wriggle around with no outside interference. Kabuto hadn’t had a chance to test the aphrodisiac on a human yet, and although he was sure it wouldn’t permanently alter him, it was a fascinating thing to watch.

He reached out, a soft hand poking just at the spot on his wrist where he knew would make Shikamaru cringe in pain under more ordinary circumstances.

The lazy-nin glared at Kabuto but it immediately left his face after being touched. He gasped and instinctively arched his back to push closer. He felt helpless that he couldn't control his body, but it felt so good.

Kabuto’s grin became satisfactory. It was working beautifully. It had affected him quickly and efficiently, already making him unwillingly responsive to otherwise painful stimulation. He wrapped his hands around the injured wrist, pumping it the way he would the male’s sexual organ.

“See? Why resist such pleasure?” He said, watching the others face intently.

Shikamaru shut his eyes tight and wiggled a little. He could already feel a pleasant tension forming in his stomach.

"I... I don't want--" he cut off, letting out a low groan and letting his head fall back.

Kabuto gripped harder, leaning in and connecting his lips with Shikamaru’s. He lifted his other hand, running it along his patient’s chest, keeping his touch away from any of the main pleasure points. He wanted to see how riled his test subject could get without any of the normally arousing spots being touched.

Shikamaru groaned again and, having his mind successfully fogged over now, pressed back into the kiss almost greedily. He knew he shouldn't want this-- whatever this was-- but his body overrode his mind for once.

Kabuto smiled against Shikamaru’s lips. He decided to experiment a little bit more with the boy under the chemical influence. He drew back a little, taking a low breath, before leaning in again and initiating another kiss. Before the boy could attempt to respond he bit down on his lower lip, hard enough that he bordered on bleeding the boy.

He gasped into the kiss, eyelids fluttering open before closing again. Whining softly, Shikamaru bucked his hips up, trying to get more skin-to-skin contact.

Kabuto used his other free hand to hold the Nara’s hips back, making sure to keep his fingers away from the erection he now sported. He let go of the hurt wrist, knowing the medicine was working to heal it and would soon lose its affect.

He reached instead for the bite mark, shoving his fingers into the bloody wound as far as they would go, wiggling his fingers the way he would if he were stretching the boy. He didn’t plan to give him the courtesy of that, but he knew repeating the motions to the wounds would get him off just as much.

Shikamaru let his arm rest back on the table and shuddered, letting out a low moan. He wiggled his hips again, trying for more contact. His breath was coming out in pants and he could tell he was bordering on orgasming, but he couldn't tell if he wanted this to last forever or just hurry up and finish.

Kabuto rubbed deeper into the wound, relishing the feel of the blood beginning to coat his fingers as thickly as the best of lubricants. He grinned maliciously as the boy wriggled under his ministrations, proving that the experimental drug was working as planned.

“Lay back, Shikamaru.” He instructed, planning to enter the male now. If he’d calculated the drugs affects right, he should be close to his completion by now.

Shikamaru complied, lowering himself until he was flat on his back. He shivered and waited for Kabuto to do something, anything. He desperately wanted to be touched more.

Kabuto pulled his fingers back, placing them lightly against Shikamaru’s inner-thigh, spreading the boy’s legs while he lowered his pants enough for penetration with his clean hand. He positioned himself, wondering if it would be too tight for himself or not. Being circumcised had major drawbacks in just about everything.

Shikamaru lifted his head a little to watch, eyes glazed over. He groaned, tapering off into a whine as he wiggled his hips again.

Kabuto smirked, idly considering poking fun at the Nara for enjoying it so much. He thought better of it though, knowing that the boy was too far gone to really care or put up much of an argument. He began sliding in, going slowly as his uncovered head pushed into the tight entrance.

“God, Shikamaru… you’re tighter then I thought you’d be…” Kabuto grunted. He supposed he should have calculated that his medicine would heal the wounds Orochimaru had inflicted, making the Nara as tight as the first time he was entered, without the stretching.

"God..." Shikamaru let his head fall back against the metal table and closed his eyes, feeling himself splitting open again. He released a breathy moan, body trembling a little from being so close to release.

Kabuto pulled back, remembering to regulate his breathing properly as he eased back in. Picking up his pace at a steady rate, he began to feel his own twisting release churn in his lower gut, begging him to touch Shikamaru and make his walls tighten around him.

He refrained, keeping as minimal contact as possible, not allowing any words, sweet or foul, to pass his lips. He wanted all of the pleasure Shikamaru felt to be delivered by the chemicals he’d introduced into his body, not by his fingers or mouth.

His back arched up off the table and Shikamaru started wrapping his legs around Kabuto's waist, needing more contact. He whined softly, hands moving to try and clutch at something, but only having the smooth, flat metal.

He clawed at the metal, splitting his nails far too close to the skin. He groaned and bucked his hips. So close...

Kabuto supported himself up with his hands on the table at either side of Shikamaru’s body. He began to move faster, losing his set pace, erratically pushing into the tight entrance. He clenched his fists against the metal, biting his lip as he resisted touching the Nara’s sexual organ.

“I’m close…” He panted, allowing that one slip from his rule of no verbal acknowledgement. He wanted to see if Shikamaru would cum or not, with just the one sentence.

Shikamaru shuddered and groaned, rolling his hips back against Kabuto's. He shuddered again, back arching up almost painfully.

"Aah, aa-- S-... Sasuke--!" he cried out as he came, splattering over their stomachs.

Kabuto grunted, pumping in the last few times he needed before cumming deep within the Nara’s body. He knew it would be a bitch to clean the kid, but it felt too good not to. He pulled out, sighing.

“So, you do have a thing for the Uchiha.” He said with a smirk, still leaning partially over the boy, hands on either side of his body. The table didn’t feel as cool under his palms anymore.

Shikamaru panted heavily, bringing needed air into his lungs. Slowly he came back to himself, mind focusing again. He glanced upwards, paling a little.

"What--?" he asked, the other words dying on his lips as he blushed instead.

Kabuto smirked, stepping back. He tucked himself back into his pants, adjusting his attire.

“You were moaning his name when you came.” He chuckled, tapping a finger onto his chin as he smirked wider at the Nara. “Were you imagining him doing that to you? Must have been hard, since I have the complete opposite hair color.”

Shikamaru sat up slowly, feeling a dull throb at the base of his spine. He glared at Kabuto, but his face only became a deeper red. He glanced away, muttering, "Troublesome..."

“So, were you fantasizing the entire time, or just when you reached your peak?” He said, leaning back against a countertop, facing the boy in front of him. From his body posture, he was feeling much better, aside from what had just been inflicted onto him.

"Just shut up," he said, looking back at him. He really didn't remember too much-- he knew he hadn't been thinking at all-- and that upset him more than anything else. If he didn't have control over his own mind, what did he have control over?

“I’m hurt. All I want to know is if you saw me fucking you into a table, or Sasuke.” Kabuto said, leaning his head down as if he’d actually been insulted by Shikamaru’s words. Truthfully he was just having fun teasing him, as well as being genuinely curious about the answer. How much had the drug affected the Nara?

He narrowed his eyes at the medic-nin. "I didn't see anyone," he hissed out, clenching his hands into fists. He froze for a second, then moved his hands again, surprised that his wrist was healed perfectly.

“Yes, I told you it would heal you.” Kabuto said airily, shrugging the fact away easily. He leaned more into the counter, crossing his arms and surveying the boy more. It seemed his drug had worked perfectly.

“So, if you didn’t see anyone, who did you feel?”

Shikamaru shot another glare at him before feeling his neck, wondering if it was even sore to the touch. It was, but not enough for him to need to worry about. He really was impressed by the drug, even if he didn't like the other effects it had.

He sighed, looking down at the table, his mind whirling. "I... I don't know," he muttered softly. His mind traveled back to when Sasuke was preparing him and trying to be gentle and his blush deepened a little.

Kabuto raised a brow, adjusting his glasses, interest piqued by the last statement. He noted the blush on the other teen, increasing little by little as he kept up with his prodding questions. So, the Nara boy had developed a little crush on the Uchiha…

“You don’t know? Well, by that logic, you could have been reminiscing about Lord Orochimaru…”

“I wouldn’t think anything about him other than his death,” he said, almost snapping. He fisted his hands again in anger until he calmed down and looked back over at Kabuto.

“Why did you show me so much of this place before coming here?” he asked, shooting back a question of his own.

Kabuto shrugged, smiling to himself.

“Just a precaution. Try to confuse you? Doubted it would, but you never know.” He tilted his head, surveying the boy from a new angle physically while he mentally went down a new avenue of thought. “Did you like Sasuke before all this?”

“That’s none of your business,” he said, not even sure of the answer himself. Sure, he had admired Sasuke but that was different than liking him. At least he thought so.

Kabuto smirked, feeling like he’d hit the mark. He contemplated telling Orochimaru or not, not sure which way he’d say it if he did.

“So, what drew your attention? His intelligence, his looks, his psycho older brother?” Kabuto asked, looking at Shikamaru. He wondered how much he even knew about his own feelings.

Shikamaru narrowed his eyes, glaring again.

“I could care less about what someone looks like,” he responded, not sure about anything else. “And what does Itachi even have to do with this?”

“Ah, so it was his intelligence.” Kabuto said, his smirk dropping as he digested this. “I would have thought someone already as smart as you wouldn’t want to deal with another intelligent person. You know, how people are un-attracted by their best qualities?”

Shikamaru just stared at him for a minute before sighing. He rubbed the bridge of his nose—he really didn’t want to keep answering questions.

“Can I just go back to the cell? It was more interesting there alone than here with you.”

Kabuto laughed lowly, stepping away from the counter he’d been leaning on.

“By all means, let’s go back. I’ve learned all I need to know anyway.” He directed Shikamaru towards the door, knowing that the boy could walk. There wouldn’t be a need to carry him. “But, I doubt you’ll be alone when you get there.”

He frowned, but didn’t respond to that. Obviously he wouldn’t always be alone in here anyway. He hesitated before moving off the table to stand. He could feel some of the cum leaking down his thigh, making him uncomfortable.

“Can I… clean and have clothes, first?” he ventured asking. He didn’t think he’d be allowed, but he might as well ask.

Kabuto looked at him, smirking as the white glided down his thighs in a way that almost begged to be licked. Licking his lips, not bothering to hide his thoughts from his eyes, he turned and rummaged through his drawers.

“I have tissues and medical gowns, nothing more.” He said, producing said items. Despite what he’d love to do to the boy right now, he restrained himself. It wouldn’t do, now that he wasn’t hopped up on experimental drugs.

Shikamaru grudgingly took the items, hoping for more but at least it was something. He hurriedly cleaned his legs, stomach, groin and in his anus. He then covered himself with the gown as tightly as he could so none of his backside was showing and retied his hair so it wasn’t as messy.

He avoided looking at Kabuto’s face and nodded that he was ready to go back.

Kabuto nodded, gripping his elbow and leading him out of the room. He couldn’t feel how cold it was in his normal clothing, but the sight of the boy in the thin gown made him wonder just what temperature it actually was.

“So, one last question, out of curiosity. What would you do if Sasuke liked you back?” Kabuto questioned, taking the more direct route back to the cells. He didn’t plan on sharing this info with Orochimaru, assuming Shikamaru answered truthfully.

Shikamaru let himself be led, not really wanting to concentrate on where he was going. He’d created a map in his mind earlier and that was good enough. He shivered a little as the temperature change—inside the small room was obviously warmer.

He frowned, mulling over Kabuto’s question. “I… don’t know. Would it even matter?”

Reaching the cell block, Kabuto was mildly pleased to note that Sasuke was still skulking about. He wasn’t actually waiting at Shikamaru’s cell, but he was definitely near enough to know they were back. How cute.

“Oh, I’m sure it could matter in some ways. In others, not at all.” He said, pushing the Nara into the cell, locking it behind him. “Good-bye for now, Shikamaru.”

Shikamaru caught himself before stumbling and just walked in before turning around. He didn’t bother to give Kabuto a farewell and just sat down against a wall again. He needed a way to be able to use his shadow techniques effectively, but he wasn’t sure that was possible as he tried to formulate a plan.