Shocked

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. But I do want to know why everybody likes to use Orochi-kun as such a cheap villain. He's way cooler than that.

Spellcheck of the day: Orochimaru- Parochialism. (What does that even MEAN?)

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People who found out that Kabuto was 'together' with Orochimaru were usually shocked. Sometimes even disgusted; the usual response was the kind of look that said the person was seeing you in a whole new light- not necessarily a good one- and a, "Well... it's your life..."

Kabuto didn't know if by that it meant they thought it was somehow dangerous to his health to be in a 'relationship' with the older man, or if they simply deplored the thought of being 'together' with Orochimaru.

He said 'together' because it was hardly a real 'relationship.' Orochimaru was not exactly good for anything fluffy or emotional- he was so screwed up in that way that even if he tried, it would probably just be acting. No, Orochimaru was all cold demeanor and bright, vicious interest with Kabuto, almost as he would be with another of his test subjects.

Kabuto didn't really mind; he himself was too cold and analytic to really believe those things that had to do with 'love' and 'romance.' Orochimaru commanded Kabuto's loyalty (little though he seemed to believe it sometimes) and as far as either of them were really concerned, he owned Kabuto's body.

And there was the thing that nobody really seemed to get; to them, perhaps, Orochimaru was older, strange, unattractive. Kabuto could perhaps understand that, but not really. The high cheekbones, slanted golden eyes, gleaming dark hair, the skin pale almost to whiteness... Orochimaru was beautiful. Certainly his true age never showed. His skin was soft to the touch, cooler than Kabuto's when he'd been underground all day, but still warm compared to the metal tools and cold banks of medical machinery that Kabuto worked with. And when he'd been outside, particularly in the sun, he came back with the heat absorbed into him until his temperature was feverish, nearly enough to melt the brain of anyone else.

Who else could do the things Orochimaru could, anyway? Kabuto supposed he was spoiled now; it would be near-impossible to find someone as skilled in bed as they were in combat (and when talking about one of the Sannin, this was certainly saying something).

How many people could actually fuck someone with their tongue? It was simply impossible; nobody else could actually reach the prostate and make you come just like that. 'Creepy' was the word Kabuto had heard most about Orochimaru's tongue, but when it was wrapped around his cock, wet and heavy and probing the slit with the tip for the leaking precome, Kabuto couldn't imagine why.

Orochimaru liked to make him writhe and beg, liked to examine the effects of his actions on Kabuto. He tended to do that to all of his subordinates; torture them in little ways simply because he could, because he liked to study their reactions and how long it affected them. Kabuto was subject to a completely different flavor of this, of course- like when Orochimaru had him pinned down by jutsu and decided to leave him, hanging just before orgasm, simply to watch how very long it took him to calm down and then how quickly he could rearouse and finish him.

No, Kabuto wouldn't call it a 'relationship.' He was Orochimaru's subordinate, after all; where would such a relationship go? He was Orochimaru's test subject, his plaything, and he knew that very well- Kabuto did not delude himself. He did, however, take full advantage of it- it didn't give him leverage over his master (oh no, probably the very opposite) but, after all, the sex was mind bogglingly good.

People who found out, though, didn't know this. Kabuto wasn't about to tell them. They could stay shocked.