Guess who's boss?

[Um, um. Orochimaru/Kabuto pairing, I had the strangest urge to try this out.]

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GUESS WHO'S BOSS?

Orochimaru.

He wasn't a human. Period.

Whenever Kabuto looked at him, all he saw was pure reptile. Snakey, everything about the slender man. His milk-white skin, the color of a rattlesnake's freshly-squeezed venom. Heh, freshly-squeezed -- it sounded almost like some deadly orange juice commercial. 'Try our freshly squeezed snake venom! Pulp-free!'


Kabuto felt a bitter smile tug at the corners of his lips. The world before him was completely and utterly hazy; and not just because of the lack of light. There was candles, this the intelligent man knew. The flickering of pale light in the corners of his peripheral vision alerted him to the sputtering flames. The reason for his lack of sight was obvious -- well, to someone who could see. His black-rimmed glasses had been shattered; they lay on the ground a few feet away from the wall he was chained to.


Kabuto wrinkled his nose in irritation.


Damn that Orochimaru... him and his beauty.


He may not have been human, but, then again, Kabuto had always been one to appreciate loveliness. The milk-color of Orochimaru-sama's deathly pale skin, so delicate and fragile, like a bisque doll dipped in snowy paint. His full, perfect Cupid's bow lips; their flushed, deep cherry color, more soft-looking than any woman's. His ink-black hair, spilling down the small of his back in silken sheets of pure ebony... ebony that seemed to suction the light around into it and shatter it into thousands of rainbow prisms of glory.


Even his hands, hands that caused such agony, were beautiful. Fingers long and pale and slender, tipped with soft, pink oval nails. Everything about Orochimaru was --


Kabuto froze.

Lost in his thoughts, he had completely neglected to notice the faint stirrings of a slithering, powerful chakra, oozing into the tiny cell he had been thrown into. How could he have missed it? Kabuto, with some effort, raised his head and squinted into the darkness, flinching as though he had been physically struck when the candles shuddered out.


"Kaaaaabuto." came the deep, husky tone -- serpentine in the way the noise went straight to his groin.

Damn him. Orochimaru was 'punishing' him. For what Kabuto couldn't even recall.


Kabuto said nothing; but he did shift his wrists in their tight iron shackles in an attempt to feel less vulnerable. It didn't work. He felt breath that should have been warm, but wasn't, tickle his ear and whisper over his bare trapezious. Kabuto shrunk away from the puff of air and jumped, the chains rattling noisily, when he bumped right into a firm, slick wet muscle. The serpent's tongue. It was an amateurish thing to fall for, and Kabuto was abruptly reminded of back when he was a child, and he would tap a playmate's shoulder, and they would look over their shoulders at him -- but he wouldn't be there. He would be on the other side of their body.


This was how Orochimaru was manipulating him.


The tongue pressing heavily into his jugular slid up along the salty smoothness of his neck, tracing the cord of muscle there and resting beneath the shell of his ear. Kabuto felt his heart speed up as decievingly delicate fingers crept up his bare chest to rest, one on each bicep. The tongue made a suckling noise as it oozed around his neck, constricting gently and rippling.


Kabuto felt his groin respond.


"O-Orochimaru-sa--"


"Husssssssssh." came the softly hissed reply, the tongue about Kabuto's neck flicking so erotically that the other man was instantly silenced.


Kabuto could see absolutely nothing, and as a result, every one of his senses was heightened painfully. The wicked press of razor-tipped nails into the flesh of his upper arms let him know who was in charge, even as that tongue swept down to slither past the waistband of his pants, barely clinging to his emaciated frame. He had been down in that cell for almost a week, with almost nothing to eat.


He rocked his hips forward hopefully towards the thick muscle of Orochimaru's serpentine tongue, and it immediately paused, withdrawing. Kabuto bit his lip to keep from begging.


"Kaaaaaaabuto-kun..." came the purred voice. "Who... who is your master?"

"Y-You are, Orochimaru-sama." Kabuto's voice was strained with the effort of controlling himself. Images of that tongue curling around his length and suckling instantly made him grow hard.


"Who isssss it you ssserve?" Was he... chuckling?


"You."


"Exactly..." the tongue dipped into his pants and stroked the head of his erection lovingly, making Kabuto arch his back into the searing hot touch.


"Never forget thissss..."


And, as quickly as it had come, the tongue was gone, and so was the serpent. Kabuto was left alone in the tiny cell, aroused and without any way of relieving himself.