Meds

Chapter 6: Sasori’s control

Author’s note: This is what happens when you play around on Gaia Online and watch Kuroshitsuji episodes, you forget to update!! Anyway, I am now accepting fan art and possible doujinshis for this fan fiction. Just don’t forget to credit me and send me the link via comment section. Hopefully I inspire someone to be creative enough to do so!

It has been a month since he and Orochimaru went on their first date and everything seemed to be going alright for the couple. They chatted at school, made out, and did everything that that was considered normal. However, they were not the typical gay couple. Both of them were headstrong to the point that they bickered about the littlest things and refused to see each others point of view on whatever they argued about. Another issue that seemed to rear it’s ugly head every time they were together was Kabuto’s sexual appetite and Orochimaru’s asexual attitude on the subject. Getting into the nineteen year olds pants was harder than getting into a Depeche Mode concert. Kabuto’s last attempt ended with him getting a black eye from not being able to dodge a large book that was thrown at him. Orochimaru had the temper of a stray tomcat and he wasn’t afraid to lash out to protect his virtue much to Kabuto’s dismay.

Now his class with Orochimaru was starting and today’s topic was a class debate on if Japan was getting westernized in their culture and if it was a good thing or a bad thing (A/N: This is still a Psychology class, right?). A student whose name was Tenten started off, “ It’s a bad thing that we are receiving so much media from America, Britain, and other western countries. We are losing so much of our culture to theirs. Due to the number of fatty snacks that being shipped from France and Britain and the number of US franchises; our society‘s obesity rate has increased.”

“That could be true, Tenten,” Kabuto pushed up his glasses with his index and middle finger, “ so many fast food restaurants have opened in the last twenty years often limiting the number of home meals, but however we still are mostly eating meals from our own culture and the matter of it’s our own personal choice what we buy to eat. Meaning if we don’t have to eat at one of the American franchises if we choose not to . .”

“ Professor . . .” Kabuto nodded at Orochimaru to speak, “ I don’t necessarily see it as a bad thing. Western societies in just as interested in our culture as we are theirs. Sure, not most people would agree with me that it’s good thing that we have a Amerikamura in Osaka, but they also have districts decided our culture as well (A/N, he is mistakenly talking about Chinatown in San Francisco). Both cultures would find faults with the other, but their culture is different then ours. Media-wise, some would argue that we are receiving too much American media, but look at the number of our manga, doujinshi, films, and music that gets sent out to western cultures.”

Kabuto glared up at Orochimaru, “ are you really fluent in the English language?”

“ Yes, sir,” the nineteen nodded, “ I can speak, read, and write fluently in both Japanese and English.”

`I guess we do share something in common after all . . .’ Kabuto thought to himself thinking about the way Suna had it’s students memorize the English language. “Why did you ask, sensei?”

“ I was just wondering,” Kabuto shrugged, and then turned to the rest of the class, “ as you may or may not know; I, myself, come from the small town who may or may not be considered the next Amerikamura. We are one of the few towns in Japan that requires an individual to learn English from the time we first reach shougakkou (A/N: Japanese elementary school) to haisuku-ru (A/N: Japanese high school). If you were to head to the tropical climate of Suna*, you also notice that the clothing of people are from not only Japan, but America as well.” Kabuto looked up at the clock and seen that it’s was a minute past the set time for the students to leave, “ we’ll discuss this later. Have a good afternoon everyone.”

Orochimaru waited for everyone to leave and shut the cherry wooden door. He was about to turn in his lover’s direction when he realized the blind to the small window was open. He pulled the blind down and strutted toward his sensei.

Kabuto smirked, “ you have a way for not following dress code. That sheer fishnet shirt, platforms, and leather pants is best suited for a bar. Not a community college!!”

“ Who are you?” Orochimaru raised an eyebrow, “-Sarutobi-sensei?”

As if those words were some kind of charm to have someone contact the person who had spoken the name. Orochimaru’s cell phone rang that he had left sitting on his desk; ` Spinning on that dizzy edge. I kissed her face and kissed her head and dreamed of all the different ways I had to make her glow. "Why are you so far away?" she said,
"Why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you, that I'm in love with you" ’ *

Orochimaru rushed toward his phone, “hello?”

“ Orochimaru, are you going to be coming in late again?” Sarutobi was on the phone with him.

Orochimaru grinned evilly, “ actually, I’m going to be staying a couple of nights somewhere . . .”

“ Can you at least tell me where so that I know where you are?”

“No!” Orochimaru said monotonously, “ I’m not a kid anymore!”

Sarutobi huffed, “ I just wanted to let you know I signed you up for a volunteer program.”

“What program?”
“ The brother/sister program for the criminally insane,” Orochimaru’s bugged out when he heard the last two words. Sure, he wanted to work with people who had mental illnesses. But he did not want to work with people who could slit his throat and not think twice about it. Sarutobi continued speaking, “ since you wanted to become a psychologist, I figured this program would be great for you. They’ve already found a match for you. Your match’s first name is Madara . . .”

“ Thank you, Sarutobi-sensei,” Orochimaru said calmly even though he was appalled at the idea. “ I’ll see you in few days.”

“ You too,” Sarutobi replied, “ see you, Orochimaru-kun.”

Orochimaru hung up the phone, “ I’ve been signed up, against my will, to volunteer to hang out with some guy who probably butchered his own mother . . .”

“ Scary,” Kabuto replied even though his head could only comprehend half of Orochimaru’s sentence that left a lot to question. Kabuto advanced towards the late-teen and wrapped the teen in a hug.

`I highly doubt he’s going to behave himself today, but I’ll just sit back and see what he does,’ Orochimaru thought to himself. Kabuto lowered his hand to place caresses on Orochimaru’s slender lower back. His actions have gotten bolder when he lowered his hands down the black haired male’s pants and boxers to caress Orochimaru’s ass. Kabuto knew better than to say anything about the teen’s girlish ass unless he wanted to be thrown through a wall.

Orochimaru began to struggle from the discomfort he was feeling, but a harsh bite into his neck from Kabuto held him in place. Orochimaru felt his ass caressed and grabbed by the dominant professor. Kabuto loosened the grip his mouth had on the teen’s shoulder and removed his hands from his lover’s boxers and jeans. Kabuto raised his head and cocked it to side. His tongue slithered out demanding for Orochimaru to open his mouth. The nineteen year old opened his mouth and let Kabuto have entrance.

Their kiss broke when they heard footsteps in the classroom. Sasori walked towards them looking like an evil child at Christmas who had gotten a bloody knife as a present. His eyes were full of malice, glee, and some jealously. His smile was a dead giveaway to Kabuto that nothing good was on the redhead’s mind.

“ How very touching . . .” Sasori drawled, “ And very illegal . . .”

Orochimaru thought for a second on how to approach the sensei, he tried to try the pleading approach; Since that that was all he had at the moment. His attendance at the school and Kabuto‘s career were both at stake * . “ Akasuna-sensei, there really is no reason to turn us in. I mean, think about the all of Yakushi-sensei’s students who would have to deal with substitute teachers for the rest of the semester.”

Sasori yanked Orochimaru by the hair and spun him around where Orochimaru was facing forward towards Kabuto, “ your charm doesn’t work on me Orochimaru, nice try!!”

“ Sasori, Orochimaru has nothing to do with what happened between us,” Kabuto shouted at his former lover.

Sasori clicked his tongue and yanked harder on Orochimaru’s hair; Which caused the teen to hiss in pain, “ I thought you two haven’t known each other long. Why don’t you tell Orochimaru how long we’ve known each other or better yet; who taught you second year art and your way around the bedroom.”

Kabuto seen Orochimaru’s eyes widen, “ Kabuto-sensei!!! Please tell me the truth!!! How well do you know this lunatic!”

“ He’s telling you the truth,” Kabuto averted his eyes from Orochimaru’s. “He’s my former lover.”

Sasori used his free hand to unbutton and unzip Orochimaru’s pants. “ How touching.” He replied monotonously. Kabuto and Orochimaru were both shocked to the point where they could barely move.

Sasori pulled down Orochimaru’s boxers to free the teens member. Sasori gazed around the tall teen and was amazed by Orochimaru’s nine inch cock. He used the same free hand to lock the door. He didn’t want Pein walking in on his fun. The shade of the door was already drawn. He wrapped his hand around Orochimaru’s cock and stroked it upwards to excitement.

Kabuto, due to his and Orochimaru’s catatonic state of shock could only watch as Orochimaru was being taken away from him by Sasori. Sasori played around with the head of Orochimaru’s cock to make the teen unwillingly groan with pleasure. After 10 minutes of Sasori awakening Orochimaru’s sexual desires. The teens face was flush, his cock was rock hard from Sasori’s ministrations, and he was panting. He poured his pleasure into Sasori’s hand. His mind was still in shock of Sasori’s actions.

Sasori let go of Orochimaru’s hair and pushed a shocked Orochimaru into his equally shocked lover. Both males crashed into the floor while Sasori reached on Kabuto’s desk to get a paper towel to wipe his hand clean. He looked over to Kabuto who was recovering from his shock first and who threw Sasori a nasty glare. “ Now, now, Kabuto! No need to fret over the small stuff! Your half breed of a Juliet has never been touched before. His moans were a dead giveaway. Now if you’ll excuse me; I have a class in fifteen minutes.”

Sasori left the room with a smirk on his face. He had a feeling that Orochimaru would turn to him for answers when the couple starts having problems. No couple ever escapes the drama of everyday life . . .


Kabuto was thinking about Sasori calling Orochimaru a half-breed. He knew that Sasori was referring to the kids nationality. Sure Orochimaru was paler than most Japanese people, but to be half Japanese? Kabuto helped Orochimaru and himself up. “Hey, Orochimaru! What’s your nationality?”

Orochimaru hastily tucked himself back in his pant and redid the button and the zipper. “ I’m half Japanese and half Hungarian. If you believe the stories that my mother’s relatives pass down from generation to generation; I’m also a descendent of Erzsébet Bathory. I’m not sure whether or not to believe, considering the fact on how famous she was. I grew up speaking three different languages in my home if you care to know!”

“ Thanks for sharing,” Kabuto replied, as he yanked up the skinny teen and threw him against the wall, and quickly closed the distance between them. “ It’s really funny that when Sasori touched you; you just stood there like a lifeless doll, but when I touch you; you raise hell about it.”

Orochimaru scowled at him, “ fuck you! You couldn’t do a damn thing either!! If you are so pissed off at me then why don’t you go fuck your old Sensei Sasori. You two seem to have so much in common!!”

The teen said the wrong thing to him. Kabuto smacked Orochimaru across the face and grabbed him by his neck, “ I should rape you right now for your insolence!!”

“ You won’t do it; I know you won’t! Besides . . .” Kabuto felt something jabbing him in the chest, he stepped back a couple of feet and seen a yard ruler in Orochimaru’s left hand. “ I’m a Épée fencing master, you need to know your own position as someone who has no previous training in fighting styles.”

Orochimaru thought about the weaknesses he had. Since he only used fencing as a fighting style, he still could not defend himself against sneak attacks from behind quick enough. A weak spot he had was his right hand. Even though he could use his right hand for leisure activities; he still could not fight or lift heavy objects with that hand. He blamed the poor health of his right hand on two people. One of them was a crazed protestor against his mother who had kidnapped him, misshapen his pupils, and dislocated several bones in his right hand. The other incident happened two years after he had first arrived at the orphanage, Itachi and Sasuke had just arrived there. Itachi, feeling angry and foolish about mistaking Orochimaru’s gender, broken the then pale ten year olds right hand in five places.

Kabuto wondered how Orochimaru knew that he never had any Martial arts training. He had also guessed that Orochimaru was taught that if you didn’t have your sword on you; use your environment. Typical rule of fighting! Kabuto grinned, “ you’re good!” He tosses Orochimaru a set of keys, “ I don’t care who you arranged to see today, if you’re not at my house when I come back from work. . .” Kabuto walked toward Orochimaru again, this time he licked the inside of his student’s ear and whispered, “ I’ll make it extremely unpleasant for you. I’ll fuck you until you bleed, it wouldn’t even matter if you are a fencing master or not.”

“ So where is your house, baka-sensei?” Orochimaru felt like a complete idiot. His sensei threatened to rape him twice today and now he was going to his perverted lover’s house. There had to be something wrong with him . . .

Kabuto smirked at Orochimaru’s suddenly docile yet usual snarky attitude, “ my house is four blocks from the left of the main building. Once you get there, you will see a sign that says “Sakuranbo Apartments.” There are ten large buildings in total. You head to the second from last building on the left. My apartment is on the ground level and my apartment number is 128.”

Orochimaru walked out of the classroom. Kabuto grinned to himself. He had Orochimaru right where he wanted him. His last class was in an hour and then he’d get a chance to taste that bittersweet poison that was his . . .


“ This must be the place,” Orochimaru stated to himself. The apartments were pretty decent looking for being on this side of town. There was a black mailbox with the name `K. Yakushi’ that hung from the door. Techno music was blaring loudly. He reached for the keys of the place. He heard footsteps coming closer to where he was. It was an old woman in a kimono.

“Excuse me, but what are you doing here, young man?” the woman asked Orochimaru over the music.

Orochimaru was still trying to fish the keys that were at the bottom of his pockets, “ I’m a friend of Kabuto’s. He gave me his keys and told me to wait here for him.”

“My apologies,” the woman exhaled, “it’s just that once in a while we do experience burglars . . .” She heard a phone ringing and rushed to answer it.

Orochimaru finally got the keys and unlocked the door. The apartment was very simplistic. White and gray seemed to be the recurring theme of the whole one bedroom/one bathroom apartment, that he could tell. There was only a fake dummy wall that separated the living and the kitchen. Two doors were on the other side of the apartment, possibly the master bedroom and bathroom.

He went towards the source of the noise and turned it off. He glanced around and saw that everything was neatly in order. He let out a chuckle and began to study for his next class. He wished that he would go to the library today. “ That kanos húgyagyú (A/n: horny idiot in Hungarian) is holding me captive!!” He sighed as he begin reading . . .


A couple of hours later, Kabuto returned home to find Orochimaru practicing his fencing by practicing the hand movements though he didn‘t know what the movement was. Orochimaru acted as though he were fighting a opponent. Not noticing that Kabuto was in the room, he gotten into position moving the invisible sword. He acted as though he were closing in on an enemy and then retreating to prevent blows to his body.

“ What are you doing?” Kabuto questioned the teen who had turned around and faced his teacher a bit startled from Kabuto’s sneakiness.

Orochimaru straightened his posture out from the stance he used, “ I’m practicing . . .”

“ Your fencing, I presume,” Kabuto stated, ` he really doesn’t need to practice, my chest is still hurting from the blow I took earlier!’

Orochimaru sat on the couch and replied, “ what else would I doing?”

Kabuto’s grin grew to the size of the Cheshire Cat’s grin. He leaned in to lick the shell of the teen’s ear and whispered in Orochimaru’s ear, “ there is a lot of things you could be doing right now. You could be stroking that hot little cock of yours.”

“ Is sex the only thing that is in your head?” Orochimaru glared and shivered. He didn’t know whether it was a delayed reaction from having his ear licked or if it was from the way his sensei was grinning at him lecherously.

Kabuto wanted Orochimaru all damn day!! Not to talk about how he had to remain in his desk so that the students of his last class didn’t see the sexual excitement brought on by Sasori messing around with his lover. “ I’m not sure, but there is one fantasy I always wanted to try out . . .”

“And what would that be?” Orochimaru was fearing of what Kabuto might have in mind.

Kabuto couldn’t barely contain himself when he expressed the type of roleplay that he wanted to try out, “ the fantasy where you are my innocent teenage stepson in shota shorts and I’m your hot and sexy step father. I sneak into your room every night to mess around with you behind your mother’s back.”

“ You’re sick!!” Orochimaru was appalled at his sensei’s fantasy. Didn’t this man know that the people who were sexual abuse victims end up traumatized by the situation and Kabuto gets off on it? `And Yakushi-sensei has his Masters in Psychology . . .’ Orochimaru pushed Kabuto away, “I would never participate in a fantasy as disturbing as that!!”

Orochimaru felt hands on his back and his butt. Kabuto had lifted him up bridal style and headed down the hallway. He set Orochimaru softly on the ground and kept his hand on the slender teen’s waist. He used his free hand to open the silver door handle and he guided Orochimaru inside.

The main colors of the room was silver and white. The walls were completely eggshell white with posters of comic book characters and anime characters. The carpet was a rich metallic color. Orochimaru looked to the only bookshelf in the room which contained action figures, trading cards, and more comic books and manga. Orochimaru turned his nose at the sight of the items and at the cleanliness of the room.

“Get on the bed,” Kabuto softly commanded, his hormones going haywire. Orochimaru sat on top of the covers at the edge of the bed. Kabuto’s eyes feasted of the obedience of the pale teen. He stalked toward the teen. His hand pulled the teens legs farther apart from each other.

Orochimaru felt like he had little control over the situation. He put his hand up and replied harshly, “I don’t want to have sex yet.”

“Whoever said anything about sex?” Kabuto chuckled as Orochimaru rested his hand. Kabuto made himself at home between Orochimaru’s thighs. He could easily feel the nineteen year olds excited member through the tight leather pants. He leaned in toward the other male and locked their lips together. Orochimaru’s tongue came out to play and Kabuto began sucking on the tongue that was invading his mouth. Orochimaru grasped Kabuto’s shoulders as their kiss deepened.

Kabuto removed the sheer fishnet top and got a good view of the tattoos Orochimaru had. Jet black ink that was on the lower part of other male’s upper arms and on the left wrist. Kabuto didn’t know the story behind these intricate designs yet. He tossed the fishnet top to the side. Kabuto started caressing Orochimaru’s chest. Kabuto gasped when he felt part of his chest getting hit by cold air. Orochimaru was becoming a bit bold and fumbled around with the buttons on Kabuto’s shirt. Once Orochimaru reached the final button, he tried pushing the garment off of his sensei’s shoulders. Kabuto helped his student remove the shirt the rest of the way.

The platinum blonde grabbed both sides of his lover’s hips and scooted him to the other side of the bed. He lifted the pale teen’s head up to rest it on the pillow of the bed, “ are you more comfortable?”

“Yes I am, thank you,” Orochimaru nodded. Kabuto got up on the bed and straddled the other male’s waist. Kabuto leaned in to suck on the nubs of Orochimaru’s chest. Orochimaru’s breath hitched at the feeling of getting his nipples bit lightly. Kabuto reached for his student’s clothed erection and started caressing it. He felt the upper part of his back being rubbed. Kabuto licking and sucking his way down the teen’s boney frame and licked his way down to the navel.

When Orochimaru felt his psychology teacher’s hand on the waistband off his pants, he hastily got up and snarled, “ I thought I told you that I didn’t want to have sex yet!!”

Kabuto grinned, “ I’m not going to penetrate you tonight. Just come back to bed and I’ll help you take care of your problem.” Orochimaru seen that his sensei was eyeing his erection. Orochimaru sighed, his train of thought wasn’t the way it usually was. He was no longer thinking logically. His superego was long gone at that moment. Now his id was taking control and the only two things that mattered was Kabuto and the pleasure he would receive. He crawled back into the original spot on the bed that he was in.

Kabuto’s hand returned to the waistband of Orochimaru’s leather pants. He skillfully unbuttoned the top part of the pants. He used the same hand to unzip his student’s pants. The leather pants appeared to be tight on his students skin, but they were actually very baggy, especially if he could wear black boxers with them. “ As a professor, I get to find out some interesting things about my students . . .”

“So you have done this with your other students before?” Orochimaru asked, he was afraid of what the answer might be.

“No, I haven’t,” Kabuto grinned. Orochimaru sighed with relief, which made Kabuto chuckle. Kabuto lifted the boxers down a little and placed soft kisses on Orochimaru’s upper pelvic area. Soft black pubic hairs tickled his nose. He withdrew and tugged both the pants and the boxers down to reveal the prize of all of his effort to get Orochimaru this far. He looked up at Orochimaru to see that the other male was looking at him with anticipation.

Kabuto leaned in to take his student in his mouth. Kabuto could take most of the cock in front of him without gagging. Thanks to past experience of Sasori wanting him to deep throat during the occasional fellatio when he was younger. He slid his mouth up slowly on the shaft and slid back down just as slowly. Orochimaru’s moans were music to his ears. Kabuto slid back up again to toy with the head of his student’s cock with his tongue. He placed one of his hands on Orochimaru’s lower stomach to prevent the younger male from thrusting up into his mouth.

Kabuto quickly unbuttoned and moved his tan slacks and midnight blue boxers. He used his feet to remove his black dress shoes. He kicked the removed items out of his way. He did all of this while he continued his treatment on the pale teen’s erection. Kabuto knew that Orochimaru wouldn’t last too long, especially not with Kabuto’s experience in this matter.
Kabuto placed Orochimaru’s hips on his shoulders and tugged down on the pants and boxers. He withdraw from the younger male’s cock. He removed the heavy platform shoes from Orochimaru’s feet before taking off the rest of his clothes. He threw the items in a pile with his clothes. This was the first time Orochimaru noticed that his sensei was completely naked, but at that point; it really didn’t matter much to him.

He returned his attention to the pale erection in front of him. Orochimaru’s cock was just as pale as the rest of him was. He was also circumcised. He didn’t have too many veins on his erection; just a large vein in the center of the shaft and a couple of minor veins.

Kabuto licked his way up the large vein. Orochimaru reached for Kabuto’s dick and starting stroking it. Kabuto moaned at the icy touch to his shaft. Kabuto licked the head and started sucking the side of his student’s cock. Kabuto swallowed his student’s cock and sped up his suction.

Orochimaru squirmed a bit when he felt something enter him. He looked down to realize that it was Kabuto’s index finger and middle finger. Kabuto didn’t waste any time in finding Orochimaru’s prostate. Orochimaru’s end was nearing. He stopped stroking and let out his last high pitched moan as he came in Kabuto’s mouth. Kabuto swallowed the load that was in his mouth. He wiped the excess cum off his mouth and licked his fingered. ` He tastes so good. His cum is very sweet!’ Kabuto thought to himself.

“ I feeling tired,” Orochimaru announced, still feeling the afterglow of his orgasm, “good night, Sensei.”

Kabuto grimaced, `what the hell?,’ “you’re a selfish, spoiled uke. You know that right?”

Orochimaru got up to lift up the blankets and slide then over him. Kabuto slid in bed with him. The pale naked nineteen year old turned toward Kabuto and place his arm around the silver haired twenty eight year old. He nuzzled his professor’s neck and let sleep take over his conscious.


Author’s Note: It was my intention to make Kabuto a very complex man, just like the actual Kabuto is xD. He also has some interesting fetishes. I loosely based one line from this chapter from a line in the movie `Wild Things.’ There are no deserts in Japan, so I had to choose a different climate for Suna. The song on Orochimaru’s is `Just like Heaven’ from The Cure. I’m not sure how Japan handles student/professor relationships, so I took a guess of what they could do to the student and the teacher involved. I’m not sure if you guys picked up on it, but Sasori’s motives for this chapter is to get to Kabuto. In Épée fencing, you can use your sword on any part of your opponents body. Also, Orochimaru’s heritage link to the Blood Countess will play a minor role in the story later. Elizabeth Bathory does have descendents who are still alive. I seen a documentary once where one of her descendents made a public apology in Hungary about what his ancestor did. Does she have a descendent named Orochimaru; I highly doubt it!! It’s fiction for crying out loud!! Notice that he calls her, Erzsébet Bathory, that’s just my way to prove that he’s actually half-Hungarian. I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter!!
If I said any Hungarian phrases wrong, and you know for sure that I did, just let me know!!