This story is mostly gonna look into the twisted relationship between Orochimaru and Kabuto. Enjoy!

I froze, unable to bring my body to move. The dark foreboding man, barely human, had me caught in its long, deadly tail. He looked at me with an air of contempt as I struggled against him with all my might.

"Yes…" he muttered, as if to himself. "You've got plenty of fight in you. I can use you."

My mind became a hazy blur before becoming consumed by complete and utter darkness which pulled me in deeper…deeper…

Then, suddenly…I hear a voice, coaxing me from my slumber.

"Come on, boy…wake up. Dispel the genjutsu from your mind."

There is a sharp pain in my shoulder. I shout and thrash around, caught in between an all-consuming darkness and a blinding light.

"Don't struggle so much," the voice said, gentle yet commanding. "I'm trying to help you."

I feel a cool hand rest against my forehead. The voice muttered words I didn't understand, and I momentarily slipped back into the abyss before being pulled fully into reality once again.

I was standing in the middle of a dense forest, kunai lodged firmly in my shoulder, panting and shaking like I had just been underwater, and this person saved me moments before I had drowned. I looked around, frightened and unsure of where I was.

"There. Feel better?"

I turned my head around to get a better view of my savior. He was tall and pale, with two thick curtains of shiny black hair. His bright, golden eyes looked at me with a combination of vague amusement and pity. It hit me- this man was Orochimaru, one of the legendary Sannin and a notorious missing-nin. And he had just saved me.

"Do you have a name, boy? Or are you just another one of Sasori's little puppets?"

I was still gasping, struggling to find my voice, my knees weak and my mind fuzzy.

"K…Kabuto. Yakushi…Kabuto," I managed to say, before I collapsed into his arms.

It had been over a month since then, and one question still plagued my mind. It lay there dormant, ready to gnaw at me whenever I allowed my thoughts to wander. Still, I didn't have the nerve to confront him about it, for fear of what the answer might be.

One day, however, I finally gathered my nerves and asked the question that had been haunting my every waking moment.

"Orochimaru-sama?" I began nervously. He turned around, smirking at me.

"What do you need, Kabuto-kun?"

I shivered- his voice never failed to send a chill running through my body.


"Why what?"

"…Why did you save me?" I asked. "It would have been so much easier just to kill me, wouldn't it?"

"Ah, Kabuto-kun, what would be the fun in that?"

Orochimaru came up to me and pinned me against a wall. I watched him warily, as one might watch a serpent when one has fallen into its nest.

"I…I don't understand."

Orochimaru's gold eyes shone with unspoken laughter.

"You don't?"

with those words, he kissed me, forcing his tongue past my lips and exploring every corner of my mouth. I tried to push away, but he was too strong for me, and he either didn't notice my struggles or chose to ignore them.

He trailed his hands expertly up and down my body, sending shivers through me. it felt so good, and in no time at all I found myself kissing him back.

He pulled away, leaving me flushed and breathless. He chuckled.

"You're so cute, Kabuto-kun."

I blushed deeper. I had not been considered good looking growing up, so having the term 'cute' applied to me was a totally new experience.

Orochimaru swept me off my feet and carried me into his room. He pulled off my headband and tied my hands to the headboard before using a kunai to cut my clothing off. I began to writhe. This wasn't right. I shouldn't be doing this. Surely, my stepfather would beat me again if he ever found out…still, if I had to lose my innocence to anybody; Orochimaru wasn't a bad person to give it to.

He pulled my glasses off my face and slipped my hair free of its ponytail. I watched him as he removed his own clothing. I took in his body, every scar telling the story of a battle he had won- a trial he had survived.

He trailed kisses down my bare form, and I let out a moan.

"You like this?" Orochimaru chuckled. I nodded. My heart was pounding in my chest, threatening to fly out at the slightest provocation.

He once again covered my mouth with his own as he thrust himself into me, effectively muffling my scream. He hadn't bothered with preparation or lubricant of any kind. It felt like I was being torn in half.

"Nngh," Orochimaru groaned, "You're so tight, Kabuto-kun. Don't tell me this is your first time."

Through the pain, I nodded, and he laughed at me before thrusting in and out of me at a rapid pace, not giving me time to adjust.

He hit a spot inside me, which made little stars appear in front of my vision. It's impossible to describe the pleasure I felt at that moment.

Somewhere during that time, the line separating pain and pleasure became indistinct. They meshed and became one, each giving me the fullness of their intensity.


My loudest scream of the night was when I came. Gods, it all felt so good.

I moaned when Orochimaru came, stinging my torn insides.

He pulled out and stroked my hair, wiping away my tears.

"Good boy."

Those were the last words I heard before sleep claimed me.

A/N reviews are welcome.