Kabuto's Reasoning
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Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,288
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Kabuto's Reasoning
Author: Otakugirl (shake_it_buddy on LJ)
Pairing: OroKabu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Naruto and I don't make any money from writing about them.
Warnings: Writing is not my forte, please be gentle with me *attempts shimmering uke-eyes* *.*
To midori_ryu: this is all your fault! ;)p
Many people have wondered how such a mind-mannered, loyal and kind person as Kabuto could betray the leaf and join such a wicked person as Orochimaru and his ranks.
He shifted as he sat in seiza(1), having waited for a good 20 minutes. He knew better than to call for him, knowing from past experience that it would only result in the whole thing being called off. You either did it his way, or he'd lose interest before you even suggested anything else.
Finally he heard the soft sound of the screen door opening, he kept his gaze riveted to a spot on the tatami mat approximately 3 inches from his knees. There was silence before the screen door was shut again. Almost soundless steps, then soft rustling of cloth and of shifting.
He didn't look up. He swallowed as he listened. The room was so quiet that he could hear every movement the other man made. 'Neck... collar bone...!!'
The hands had withdrawn from their ministrations. 'Why? He barely did anything? Did I do something wrong? Did I breath too loud?' His fretting thoughts were interrupted by a low, husky voice.
"Look at me."
At first he thought he'd imagined it, nothing like this had ever happened before. Then he let his gaze wander up from the floor to the man on the bed in front of him. Pale moonlight lit the room, but when it's white rays reached him they made it seem like was glowing. A dark eyebrow rose in slight amusement, and just as suddenly as it had appeared, the look of mirth changed into smugness.
The man who once was one of the legendary sennin licked his lips, slowly and deliberately, before letting the wet length of his tongue slide down to his chest. He teased himself by licking his own nipples, flicking the very tip of his tongue across the nubs. He made sure he had his spectator's full attention as he shifted positions, spreading his legs wide. He leaned back slightly, keeping himself steady with his right hand.
Kabuto's mind was a complete blank, all that existed in his world was the man in front of him. It was all he could do to keep his breath steady, he would kill himself if this moment would break due to his body's clumsiness. Suddenly he felt like he was dying, because that long, shimmering tongue was moving further and further down, tracing the shapes of his own abs. The dark-coloured manhood towered from his lap, the only part of his skin that wasn't pale.
His tongue paused right above the head, as if waiting for something. Kabuto looked up and locked gazes with Orochimaru. The normally emotionless, snake-like eyes had a different sheen to them. After only a few seconds the older man looked down again, Kabuto followed the line of his gaze and noticed the clear droplet that had appeared in the slit of the tip.
The tongue lapped it up. Kabuto almost gasped. Another droplet appeared, but this time Orochimaru let his tongue circle around his manhood, just barely touching it. Then, as if had been a snake, it tightened its hold around the dick.
Kabuto's hands clenched into fists, using all of his will power to remain in place. It was pure torture, watching the erotic display and not only being unable to touch, but not even being allowed to pleasure himself.
His tongue started moving in hugging, stroking motions, making the head disappear each time the foreskin was pushed up to cover it. The tip was streaming steadily now, the tip of the tongue rubbed against it, smearing the slippery substance along its own length.
'He's not going to... is he?' Kabuto thought, trying hard to suppress the images that were playing at the edge of his mind.
The tip of the tongue moved downwards, past the shaft and the pouch beneath. Orochimaru leaned back even further, using his left hand to spread his leg even more to get better access. And then he pressed his tongue against the tight hole, wetting it thoroughly, before penetrating.
Orochimaru's eyes narrowed in pleasure as he teased himself by running his tongue roughly along the edge of his opening. Without warning he extended his tongue even more, pushing more of his tongue inside of himself, stretching the tight hole.
He panted through his nose, soft sounds of pleasure escaping deep from his throat. The sight was almost enough to drive Kabuto wild, his dick straining against his pants, yet he managed to restrain himself. His eyebrows narrowed, his cheeks getting flushed. His right arm that he used for balance was quivering, he was getting close to his release.
Their gazes met again, and without understanding how, he knew what his master wanted him to do. The tongue moved faster, clenching the cock harder, thrusted harder until Orochimaru's entire body grew as taut as a string. His dick twitched inside the slippery tendrils as it was milked of its fluids.
As the semen shot through the air, Kabuto followed his wordless instructions; opened his mouth and caught the most he could of the semen. He closed his eyes, rolling the rich flavour in his mouth. The air grew still again, Orochimaru having caught his breath. Kabuto lowered his gaze to the same spot as before his master had entered the room, doing breathing exercises trying to ignore the painful hardness in his pants.
The screen door slid open, his master went out of the room, but just as he thought that the screen door was going to close again...
"Come," was the huskily uttered order.
He did.
So, the reason for people not having found out how he betrayed the leaf, he thought, is simply because they've asked the wrong question all along. Following Orochimaru had been easy, the question should instead be changed to why. He doesn't feel the least bit troubled by the wet mess in his pants, nor by the semen running down his face. He knows why, and that's all that matters.
(1) Seiza = Kneeling
Art connected to the fic: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/alaska_pollock/orochimaru01.jpg The picture was drawn by me as well... Actually, this fic was inspired from that pic. Reviews on both are very much appreciated. ^v^
Pairing: OroKabu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Naruto and I don't make any money from writing about them.
Warnings: Writing is not my forte, please be gentle with me *attempts shimmering uke-eyes* *.*
To midori_ryu: this is all your fault! ;)p
Many people have wondered how such a mind-mannered, loyal and kind person as Kabuto could betray the leaf and join such a wicked person as Orochimaru and his ranks.
He shifted as he sat in seiza(1), having waited for a good 20 minutes. He knew better than to call for him, knowing from past experience that it would only result in the whole thing being called off. You either did it his way, or he'd lose interest before you even suggested anything else.
Finally he heard the soft sound of the screen door opening, he kept his gaze riveted to a spot on the tatami mat approximately 3 inches from his knees. There was silence before the screen door was shut again. Almost soundless steps, then soft rustling of cloth and of shifting.
He didn't look up. He swallowed as he listened. The room was so quiet that he could hear every movement the other man made. 'Neck... collar bone...!!'
The hands had withdrawn from their ministrations. 'Why? He barely did anything? Did I do something wrong? Did I breath too loud?' His fretting thoughts were interrupted by a low, husky voice.
"Look at me."
At first he thought he'd imagined it, nothing like this had ever happened before. Then he let his gaze wander up from the floor to the man on the bed in front of him. Pale moonlight lit the room, but when it's white rays reached him they made it seem like was glowing. A dark eyebrow rose in slight amusement, and just as suddenly as it had appeared, the look of mirth changed into smugness.
The man who once was one of the legendary sennin licked his lips, slowly and deliberately, before letting the wet length of his tongue slide down to his chest. He teased himself by licking his own nipples, flicking the very tip of his tongue across the nubs. He made sure he had his spectator's full attention as he shifted positions, spreading his legs wide. He leaned back slightly, keeping himself steady with his right hand.
Kabuto's mind was a complete blank, all that existed in his world was the man in front of him. It was all he could do to keep his breath steady, he would kill himself if this moment would break due to his body's clumsiness. Suddenly he felt like he was dying, because that long, shimmering tongue was moving further and further down, tracing the shapes of his own abs. The dark-coloured manhood towered from his lap, the only part of his skin that wasn't pale.
His tongue paused right above the head, as if waiting for something. Kabuto looked up and locked gazes with Orochimaru. The normally emotionless, snake-like eyes had a different sheen to them. After only a few seconds the older man looked down again, Kabuto followed the line of his gaze and noticed the clear droplet that had appeared in the slit of the tip.
The tongue lapped it up. Kabuto almost gasped. Another droplet appeared, but this time Orochimaru let his tongue circle around his manhood, just barely touching it. Then, as if had been a snake, it tightened its hold around the dick.
Kabuto's hands clenched into fists, using all of his will power to remain in place. It was pure torture, watching the erotic display and not only being unable to touch, but not even being allowed to pleasure himself.
His tongue started moving in hugging, stroking motions, making the head disappear each time the foreskin was pushed up to cover it. The tip was streaming steadily now, the tip of the tongue rubbed against it, smearing the slippery substance along its own length.
'He's not going to... is he?' Kabuto thought, trying hard to suppress the images that were playing at the edge of his mind.
The tip of the tongue moved downwards, past the shaft and the pouch beneath. Orochimaru leaned back even further, using his left hand to spread his leg even more to get better access. And then he pressed his tongue against the tight hole, wetting it thoroughly, before penetrating.
Orochimaru's eyes narrowed in pleasure as he teased himself by running his tongue roughly along the edge of his opening. Without warning he extended his tongue even more, pushing more of his tongue inside of himself, stretching the tight hole.
He panted through his nose, soft sounds of pleasure escaping deep from his throat. The sight was almost enough to drive Kabuto wild, his dick straining against his pants, yet he managed to restrain himself. His eyebrows narrowed, his cheeks getting flushed. His right arm that he used for balance was quivering, he was getting close to his release.
Their gazes met again, and without understanding how, he knew what his master wanted him to do. The tongue moved faster, clenching the cock harder, thrusted harder until Orochimaru's entire body grew as taut as a string. His dick twitched inside the slippery tendrils as it was milked of its fluids.
As the semen shot through the air, Kabuto followed his wordless instructions; opened his mouth and caught the most he could of the semen. He closed his eyes, rolling the rich flavour in his mouth. The air grew still again, Orochimaru having caught his breath. Kabuto lowered his gaze to the same spot as before his master had entered the room, doing breathing exercises trying to ignore the painful hardness in his pants.
The screen door slid open, his master went out of the room, but just as he thought that the screen door was going to close again...
"Come," was the huskily uttered order.
He did.
So, the reason for people not having found out how he betrayed the leaf, he thought, is simply because they've asked the wrong question all along. Following Orochimaru had been easy, the question should instead be changed to why. He doesn't feel the least bit troubled by the wet mess in his pants, nor by the semen running down his face. He knows why, and that's all that matters.
(1) Seiza = Kneeling
Art connected to the fic: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/alaska_pollock/orochimaru01.jpg The picture was drawn by me as well... Actually, this fic was inspired from that pic. Reviews on both are very much appreciated. ^v^