Kabuto felt tiny beads of sweat gathering on the back of his neck, despite the cool dampness of the underground lair. He had finished his report minutes ago, but Orochimaru was silently withholding his dismissal. He bit his lip, seriously beginning to worry. What had he done wrong? He dared look up from his crouch, seeking any answer, good or bad.

His master was simply staring at him, with one of his wide, eerie grins stretched across his face. Then suddenly he rose, stepping away from his throne-like chair. Kabuto found himself pinned against a stone wall, before he'd even realized he'd been hauled to his feet. His head spun in awe at the shinobi's unpredictability and strength, even as he feared what was to come.

Yes, Orochimaru was indeed unpredictable; just as suddenly he bent to attack his subordinate with a rough kiss. Kabuto pulled in a startled gasp, eyes going wide. It wasn't like this had never happened before, but it seemed like neither the right time nor place for it. Then again, that sort of thought didn't matter when it was Orochimaru's tongue in his mouth, Orochimaru's hips grinding forcefully against his own.

"Orochimaru-sama…" Kabuto was slightly breathless when his master lazily broke the kiss. His vision was a bit hazy as he looked up into those snake eyes.

Orochimaru chuckled, making Kabuto want to put his mouth on that resonating throat so he could feel the sound. "I was just thinking, Kabuto, that you've been so dutiful lately, and that I'd been neglecting to thank you properly."

"Oh," Kabuto breathed, feeling an electric chill shoot through him. "Oh."

The older ninja grinned evilly, moving back slightly while keeping Kabuto's shoulders pushed to the wall. "What's wrong, Kabuto-kun? You don't sound so excited about it."

A look of quick anxiety flashed across the Sound nin's face. "No! Please, really, I am!" He bit his lip at his needy outburst, calming himself. "I—it's just such an honor to be thought of by you…. It's a little overwhelming, I mean."

Orochimaru moved back in, pressing completely against the younger man. "I see. Then…." He slid his right hand across Kabuto's shoulder and lifted it to his jaw, gently tipping his head back. He feathered his open hand down Kabuto's exposed throat before slipping it around to grip the back of his neck. "Then tell me your favorite fantasy."

Kabuto's heart pounded erratically in his chest, his mouth going dry. He swallowed hard. "A fantasy?" he managed.

"Mm," Orochimaru affirmed, bringing his lips to the boy's throat. "Something you've always dreamed of us doing. Of you doing to me. Or…." He trailed off, putting his tongue to better use, beginning to rock his hips again.

Stars sparked behind Kabuto's eyes as a million and one situations flooded his willing mind. He blushed deeply, partially from thinking of all the uses of his master's insanely long tongue, but also because of the intimate nature his response. Did he really want Orochimaru to know his most personal thoughts? Would the more experienced man mock his idea of perfection?

But it was too good a chance to pass up. Besides, if he had to, he'd look at it as an order…and he always did what Orochimaru ordered.

"Is my Kabuto shy? Or just trying to make up your mind?"

Kabuto could feel the other man's smile against his neck. He swallowed again, closing his eyes, giving in to the sensations. "Neither, Orochimaru-sama. I know what I want."

"Oh?" The voice was light, almost amused.

"Well…" he paused, unsure how to phrase it. "First you'd take off my glasses."

Orochimaru made a noise which might have been "how interesting". He certainly wasn't being shot down, so Kabuto continued on.

"And then everything else, but what matters is that you take off my glasses first. And…and the way I'd want it…." He paused again, finally reaching up to embrace the taller man. He wasn't sure how long his own legs were going to support him.

"On my knees. With my hands tied so I'd be helpless. And you'd be behind me, above me. So that you could use me however you wanted. And you'd bite me, not for a curse seal or anything, but just for the pain, for the blood. You'd make me scream."

"You want me to hurt you?" Orochimaru suddenly whispered in his ear.

Kabuto moaned. "Yes…" he said softly, "but I also want you to use me. To be used by you, for your satisfaction, Orochimaru-sama—that is everything to me."

"You have a twisted mind. That's what I like about you, Kabuto. Your fantasies are just as twisted." With that he drew back, breaking all contact with his young follower. "Now, I believe there are some matters I must attend to."

Kabuto watched in hastily concealed confusion as his mentor stalked out of the room, ending their frolic as abruptly as he had started it. He was left alone in the dim candle light, feeling suddenly cold.

It was only after a moment that he had recovered enough to push his glasses back up on his nose. He let his hand linger in front of his face for a moment before dropping it. There were times in his life when he just felt so used. And sometimes, reality was infinitely better than any fantasy.