Crave his touch

Things take a turn for the unexpected after Guren, with the aid of Orochimaru, arrange the assault on Sasuke and sends her selected group of violent prisoners to execute the plan with complete satisfaction for everyone involved except the victim.

The next morning, Kabuto does not encounter Sasuke but he hears from Guren that the brat is running around like rabid, probably looking for his attackers even if he didn’t say that to her specifically.

She sounds gleeful when she tells Kabuto about how ravaged Sasuke had appeared and they manage to unite in their hatred for the usurper who has been a thorn in their sides for three whole years, exchanging spiteful smiles with each other, their normal animosity temporarily forgotten.

Apparently Sasuke is properly rattled by the experience he’s had, both physically as well as mentally, if Guren’s retelling is to be believed and satisfaction spreads rapidly in Kabuto’s chest upon hearing this and he does the closest thing aside from actually thanking Guren which is to give her a nod of appreciation before he departs.

Guren is equally cordial towards him and does not utter a single word that would be able to ignite their usual hostility.

For the time being they are apparently partners in crime and Kabuto, although cautious of how long such a truce will last, allows himself to revel in that illusion for now as he walks along the hallways with contentment in his step.

Orochimaru, the main protagonist in all of this, has locked himself up in his room and is not available for company, probably being in one of his moods.

He has been growing weaker lately because his current vessel has started to reject him and they both know that the time to take over Sasuke’ body is quickly approaching.

Normally that should be cause for celebration as Orochimaru has wanted to do that for a very long time.

But at the moment, with everything that has transpired in the hideout lately, no on has been very satisfied about anything, so it is very likely that he is in a foul disposition, bedridden and plagued by his current state, as well as angered by the game of lust and love he has been forced to participate in.

He does not acknowledge Kabuto’s insistent knocks on his door, which isn’t that unusual but still always remains very disappointing as Kabuto always feels the need to be close to his master, even if he risks being subjected to his temper.

But despite the dejection of not being permitted into his master’s sanctuary, nothing can truly ruin his mood today as he envisions Sasuke running around like a madman chasing shadows, beaten to a pulp and humiliated to the very core of his being.

Kabuto keeps close attention to the locked door though and when Orochimaru finally emerges from his room in the afternoon, with a blank expression on his face, wrapped in one of his precious kimono’s and with the black hair beautifully cascading down his back as he moves, Kabuto shadows him and then makes it seem as if they accidentally bump into each other in the kitchen where his master has gone to prepare himself some tea.

It’s doubtful if Orochimaru believes their run-in to be spontaneous but if he has his suspicions, he doesn’t say anything about it, just calmly stands by the kitchen counter making the preparations for his tea with the same meticulousness as he always does while Kabuto pretends that he is looking for something in the cupboards.

The silence is palpable but Kabuto doesn’t care.

He is willing to take what is offered if it means that he will be allowed to stay in his master’s presence, however strained the air between them might be.

He longs to open his mouth and say something, maybe about Sasuke, even if he probably should remain quiet about that particular topic, but in the end his words fail him, so he remains silent and waits for the other man to take the lead.

Suddenly Orochimaru raises his head as if he’s caught wind of something that Kabuto is unable to detect.

The next second those golden eyes swivel towards his underling while beckoning him over with his index finger.

Kabuto does as he’s told of course and approaches, barely having the time to react before he feels a firm hand pressing him down on his knees in front of his master, on eyelevel with the most intimate part of his body, hidden by a thin silky layer of fabric.

An order is hissed above his head that makes Kabuto freeze for a second in shock, his whole system momentarily shutting down while his brain tries to process the words Orochimaru has said to him.

“I know you’ve waited a long time for this, Kabuto. So go ahead and take what’s on offer, but be sure to make a show of it, no matter what happens.”

Then the panels of the kimono Orochimaru is wearing are being pulled apart, not completely but enough to reveal a proper glimpse of his naked body underneath, exposing the cock and the pale firm thighs, even if the obi is still tied around his middle so he is covered from the waist up, making it look as if he’s fully clothed as the kitchen counter covers both Kabuto and what he is staring at with hungry eyes.

Greedily, almost delirious with the opportunity he has been presented with, even if he’s admittedly still reeling from the shock of this unexpected turn of events, Kabuto parts his lips and takes a tentative swipe with his tongue along the semi-erect shaft, just to get a first taste while also testing the limits for what he is allowed to do.

When he realises that nothing is going to happen that will prevent him from continuing, he sends a thank you to all the goods he doesn’t believe in and takes his master fully into his mouth, swirling the tip of the cock with his tongue while softly squeezing the hot skin that pulsates under his fingers, his movements eager while his mind is still trying to wrap itself around the fact that this is actually happening and is not only a figment of his imagination like it usually is.

He is so emersed in the lusty haze mixed with bafflement of the situation as well as the pure joy that’s racing through his system as he dares to pick up pace and really savour the taste of Orochimaru in his mouth, that he fails to pick up the presence of another person at first.

But when he does, a bothersome sensation of being watched tugging at his attention despite the intimate circumstances, and he very unwillingly pops his master’s bobbing cock out of his mouth to take a peek over the countertop to see who it is that is disturbing them, the pieces of the this very unexpected puzzle quickly fall into place.

A sting of disappointment hits him at first as he realises that he is being used to send a message.

Orochimaru must have sensed Sasuke approaching the kitchen and in the spur of a vindictive moment orchestrated this scene for the boy to walk right into, knowing full well that Kabuto would be more than happy to play his part, however unwittingly, too busy revelling in his most sacred dream coming to life to pay proper attention to anything else.

It never feels good to be used, and a part of Kabuto’s pride has taken offence for being exploited like this, with his master taking such a callous view of his feelings just to use them to his own advantage.

But then he finds that he really doesn’t care about his own wounded dignity as he watches the pure shock on Sasuke’s face and revels in the ability to get back at the brat in a way he knows will be the most painful and effective.

So he does as Orochimaru instructed him to do and puts on a show that sure enough has the Uchiha brat turning on his heel to flee as quickly as if hunted by the eyeroll of his own Sharingan pointed against himself.

It feels glorious in the moment, it might be the best experience of his life so far and Kabuto enjoys it to the fullest, sucking his master to completion while riding high on the sensation of having achieved his greatest desire to date while also having humiliated Sasuke to the extent that will make it terribly awkward when the Uchiha brat will be forced to look at any of them the next time they meet.

Unfortunately Kabuto never realises that the price will turn out to be very high for flaunting his success in Sasuke’ face.

The brat is hot-tempered and proud, his sole existence depending on a sense of revenge he has nurtured for years, so some sort of retaliation is to be expected, but when Kabuto comprehends just how extreme Sasuke’s reaction will be, he wishes that he never staked his claim on Orochimaru so openly.

But it is easy to be rational in hindsight and quite a different matter when his biggest dream suddenly comes true as the man Kabuto has been obsessed with for years suddenly gives in and allows him to breach the final boundary by pushing his trusted right-hand man down on his knees and offers him his cock right in front of Kabuto’s face, like the presenting of a birthday gift that has been well overdue.

Kabuto isn’t naïve enough to think that this will change things between them, that Orochimaru will become nicer and more accommodating to his feelings in the future, after sharing this moment of gloat and pleasure together.

It was a calculated move, a spur of the moment that presented Orochimaru with the opportunity to rub the Uchiha brat’s nose in it, to humiliate him, as well as send the message that the only one holding the reins in this place is the master of the domain, no matter what his rebellious underlings might think.

Kabuto just happened to conveniently be there and oh so willing to help bring the point home while at the same time enjoying something he has been dreaming about on countless nights while pleasuring himself in his bed, hoping but never fully convinced that he would one day get to experience the real thing.

He isn’t even sure if Orochimaru actually enjoys the admittedly too eager blowjob or if he simply endures it on account of circumstances, but to Kabuto’s own surprise, despite his arrogant nature that would normally take offence if not being viewed as the very best, he realises that it doesn’t matter to him if it’s a subpar performance in his master’s eyes, as he himself enjoys the experience beyond words.

Orochimaru savours his tea while Kabuto finishes him off, then he simply tells Kabuto to lick him clean before wiping off the excess saliva on his subordinate’s sleeve, wrapping his kimono tighter around his body and strides out of the kitchen as if nothing has happened, leaving Kabuto on shaking knees and flushed cheeks on the floor.

This is where it all could have ended.

Message to Sasuke delivered, Kabuto finally granted his wish and Orochimaru on top of the situation once more.

Sasuke will likely make some petty counterattack against Kabuto but in a much more subdued manner, and Kabuto will continue to rub his victory in his opponent’s face a second time for good measure, but there is a good change that it will come to a stop after that, as Orochimaru is the one playing the game for them now.

But Kabuto, having waited so long to get his wish come true as well as flaunting his success in front of Sasuke, decides to really bring the point home in the only way he knows will have the greatest and most damaging impact on his opponent and by doing what he does next, he seals the fate for all parties concerned when he comes knocking on Sasuke’s door a little while later, bursting with the intent to gloat.

Sasuke, as expected, does not reply to his knocks and Kabuto decides to simply stroll through the door anyway, as if having the right to do so, positioning himself nonchalantly against the wall opposite the bed where Sasuke is curled up on himself, glaring daggers at the intruder.

He really is a pitiable sight and Kabuto feels his heart swell with satisfaction as he looks at him.

“Ah, Sasuke-kun,” he tuts, “Was it too much for your immature sensitive feelings to witness what you saw in the kitchen?”

“Shut up!” Sasuke growls, his eyes glimmering with hatred.

Kabuto naturally does not comply with that order.

“Tsk, such a temper. Was it really so terrible for you to realise who Orochimaru-sama actually favours between the two of us?”

When Sasuke doesn’t reply this time, Kabuto just keeps on crowing.

“I have been with him for years, you’re nothing but a temporary toy, a fleeting interest at best. I don’t see why you thought you’d ever have chance with him.”

“I told you to shut up!”

Sasuke has raised his head now, his face set in stone, very familiar to how his brother used to look when he and Orochimaru were both in the Akatsuki, eyes flaring with ire at every perceived slight.

Considering what kind of members the Akatsuki consists of and how very peculiar personalities they have, clashes were frequent and violent back then, and presumably still are even if some of them are no longer around to raise hell.

Sasuke would probably fit right in with that group if not for the fact that they already have one surly Uchiha delinquent.

“I guess it’s a good thing you got to see the truth for yourself, Sasuke-kun, even if it probably was very unpleasant for you. Having Orochimaru-sama awake and willing is so much better than fondling his body while he lies unconscious, but I guess that’s as close as you’ll ever get with him. A mere shadow of what he really tastes like," Kabuto mocks, smacking his lips in pleasure just as Sasuke unfurls on the bed and looks ready to launch himself on his tormentor.

But by some miracle he manages to rein himself in at the last minute and Kabuto has to admit that the brat seems to know when the game is up and resistance and violent outbursts will be futile.

Instead Sasuke sends a sharp comment at his opponent, hoping to wound him with words instead.

“Don’t know what reason you have to be so cocky. It took you long enough to be allowed to suck him off and he really didn’t look too impressed with your skills either.”

Kabuto allows the insult to slide off him without impact, because he is the one who has the upper hand now and he can recognise jealousy when he sees it, having suffered it enough himself over the years.

“What would you know about satisfying anyone, Sasuke-kun? I don’t think you have any experience to speak of in that area. All you’ve managed so far is a juvenile fumble in the dark, nothing more.”

He is still on the satisfying side of his own boasting, he’s the one in control because he’s the one who has won, but Sasuke is determined to ruin his mood and does just that as he blurts out with viciousness in his voice:

“You really are pathetic. I’ve seen you skulking in Orochimaru’s shadow for three whole years and he hasn’t thrown you a bone even once. Not once! But then he suddenly curls his finger to call you over and of course you come running like a dog and now you think you know all about pleasing him, that it will change everything for you. But look at Guren, or all the other minions he has invited into his bed. They all think they’re that special one, the one he will hold in higher regard than anyone else. But they are just as delusional as you are. None of you are worth more than me. I’m the one he wants as his vessel.”

With those poisonous words Kabuto’s great mood finally dissolves and he turns spiteful instead, intent on cutting the other where it will hurt the most, just because he can recognise the truth in what Sasuke is saying but isn’t willing to accept it, desperately trying to hold on to the illusion for a little while longer.

So he shoots back without thinking, his sole intention to do as much harm as he possibly can.

“Not sure you’re all that special, Sasuke-kun. If he really valued you, would he not have come running last night to save you when your screams were echoing throughout the entire hideout? There’s no way he didn’t hear your cries for help. You really did sound so very pathetic with all that wailing. I heard you for well over three hours until I managed to tune out that wretched whining.”

Sasuke looks like someone has slapped him hard across the cheek and he just stares at Kabuto who defiantly stares right back.

“It was you who arranged the attack?” Sasuke finally manages to hiss out through clenched teeth and Kabuto makes sure to quickly deny that accusation, because the look in Sasuke’s eyes scream bloody murder now.

Besides, telling the actual truth will twist the knife even further into the already bleeding wound.

“No. Not me. He did. Orochimaru-sama. He gave the order as well as the key to your room and the paralytic to render you powerless. The rest was just a question of execution.”

Sasuke shakes his head.

“You’re lying.”

Kabuto smiles as he sees the hurt on Sasuke’s features. He is about to fall into pieces it seems.

“I’m afraid not.”

They stare at each other and Kabuto can see how Sasuke’s world turns on its axis inside his head, as he realises that the one he has fallen for is the same one who arranged for last night’s terrible ordeal.

Suddenly the room feels charged and Kabuto pushes himself off the wall and stalks over to the door, eager to get out of here before Sasuke does something truly drastic.

Kabuto knows how to fight his own battles but he is in no mood to come face to face with the Sharingan.

Not today, and preferably not ever, so he decides to heed caution instead of impulsive recklessness.

He does not feel bad for telling the truth, the brat needed to be taken down from his high horse, be humbled and degraded.

But admittedly he doesn’t like the look in Sasuke’s eyes as he leaves the room and Kabuto mentally prepares himself for some sort of retaliation to befall him in the nearest future.

Unfortunately it turns out that he never needs to worry about Sasuke coming after him as he isn’t the one who ends up being the victim for Sasuke’s revenge.

This is a fact he is painfully faced with on the very next day as he finds his master’s lifeless remains scattered around his bedroom floor and is forced to realise that the man he has loved for years and always believed to be immortal, is just as destructible as anyone else.

As Kabuto screams out his agony at the scene presented to him in Orochimaru’s room, his entire world falling apart around him and the heavy realisation of being without a single purpose for continuing to exist now, hitting him with the brutal force of a sledgehammer, Sasuke is long gone.

He is not that annoying but essentially harmless Uchiha brat anymore who came to seek help from the powerful snake Sannin three years ago.

He is Kabuto’s personal enemy now.

As Kabuto kneels on the floor, cradling the blood-spattered remnants of the most important person in his entire life who has now irrevocably been taken from him, making him feel as if he’s flailing in a downward spiral of endless agony and loss, Kabuto swears that he will revenge his master no matter what it takes.

He is going to hunt Sasuke Uchiha down, no matter how long it will take him, and when he finally catches up with him, as he is bound to do as there isn’t a place to hide where he won’t eventually be found, he is going to kill that brat himself and make sure that he pleads for mercy as Kabuto gives him the long and tortuous death he deserves.

It’s the best vow he can make and yet it does nothing to stop the aching hole inside his heart that will never again be filled with the love for another person.

There was only ever room for one, and he is forever gone now.