Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Though The Devil May Take Me ❯ Chappy 3 ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Naitachal666 
Drugs, mutilation, bondage, that sort of thing.
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Romance / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.30.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 261 | Status: Work In Progress
Drugs, mutilation, bondage, that sort of thing.
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Romance / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.30.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 261 | Status: Work In Progress
This is the chapter where we begin to see other pairings sprouting up. Read and learn. Oh, there's going to be some drug use from this point on, although you won't really see it until the next chapter. (sneak preview: Orochimaru and Gaara toking while watching Who Framed Roger Rabbit!) BIG NOTE: This story will eventually become a great cesspool of nothing but drugs, faggot sex, S&M and, of course, Orochimaru and Gaara's cementing relationship through it all.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. It is property of Masashi Kishimoto. The only time I have owned Orochimaru or Gaara or Kimimaru is in my dreams. They are very good dreams.
I guess I had better get on with it, hadn't I?
*Insert drumroll here*
Chapter 3
Orochimaru looked out over the gathering of people in his congress room and sighed under his breath. This meeting is not going to go well with many of them, he thought. They want action, and instead, I tell them to wait longer. His pale hand tugged and pulled at the cloth of his shirt’s hem.
The crowd was filled with angry, impatient faces and it hummed with unhappy mutterings. Many of them could not see why Orochimaru would hold back any longer, especially since he was the one who had been urging them forth in the first place. Orochimaru kept his outside composure firm, but inside he knew there might be trouble. His hand pulled again at the hem.
Across the room, Orochimaru spotted a group with Kimimaru at its head. He turned his head to observe them. Kimimaru’s followers spoke to the dove gray-haired man in hushed tones, Kimimaru nodding or shaking his head impassively at their statements. The tall ninja began to advance towards Orochimaru’s side of the room, his entourage close behind.
As they neared, Orochimaru could hear one of Kimimaru’s men say something that caught the gray haired ninja’s attention.
“I know what the snake bastard needs.” said the man, his freckled face spread into a grin. “He needs to get laid. It‘d do him some good.”
Kimimaru glanced from him to Orochimaru with a bemused look on his usually impassive face before replying. “He probably already has.” Kimimaru waved his retinue off and continued on to Orochimaru at a leisurely pace.
Orochimaru raised one fine eyebrow as Kimimaru stopped before him. The other seemed unusually amused, unusual because Kimimaru rarely showed any emotion. Orochimaru thought on what he knew about the nin before him. He didn’t have all that much, even though he probably was the one with the most knowledge of the usually solemn-faced ninja. Kimimaru was great in bed, for one. He was also a good fighter. He more or less thought of Orochimaru as some sort of higher being. But that was pretty much the extent of Orochimaru’s knowledge.
“And you’re in a fine mood, Kimimaru.” Orochimaru said in greeting. The other nodded.
“And I have good reason to be. Although, you’ll probably be glad I spotted it before anyone else.” Kimimaru’s lips twitched as if he had thought of smiling, but instead he opted for a light chuckle. Orochimaru’s brow rose higher, if that was possible.
“And why so?” he questioned, taking note as Kimimaru actually grinned for a second. “What is enough to make you mirthful?”
“Well, maybe it’s that you seem to have gone mad, requesting a delay in the attack against Konoha.” Kimimaru said softly. “Or maybe it’s because you have cum in your hair. Or maybe the fact that…” He trailed off at Orochimaru’s expression. It was something that could not be effectively described with words, except maybe as a twisting of the features into shock, abhorrence and anger. Whatever one would call it, it was absolutely hilarious, even to Kimimaru. He hadn’t laughed so hard in well, years.
Orochimaru’s naturally pale face flushed faintly and it seemed as if he was about to explode. Whether from shock, embarrassment, disgust or anger, Kimimaru couldn’t tell.
“What…?” Orochimaru asked in a voice that couldn’t quite be named. “…Did you say…?” His fists were clenching and unclenching at his sides, knuckles clearly visible through the flesh. There was a tic in the right side of his lip and his left eye.
“What did you say…?” Orochimaru repeated again in that same, not quite strangled voice, his eye twitching.
By now, almost every person in the room had turned towards them, facing them in silence except for those few whispering to ask what had happened, although no one knew what Kimimaru had said.
Kimimaru glanced around and thought better of saying more, lest Orochimaru truly wish to kill him. He nodded his head towards the closest door and headed towards it, the fuming Orochimaru almost stomping on his heels. As they passed through the door, the crowd in the audience chamber resumed its loud chatter, no doubt about it they were discussing this latest spectacle.
In his office, Orochimaru stalked rapidly about the small room, his heavy steps leading him to and fro across the shag carpet. He was too upset to sit down and discuss this in a reasonable manner. Gaara had to have known. He had to have known all morning, he thought crossly. The fucking bastard! He knew exactly what would happen! And he let me go out with that crap on me! He didn’t tell me, and now…Orochimaru didn’t know what now. His self control had almost snapped.
And it hit him. That was exactly what Gaara had wanted. He was being tested, his ability for control being pushed to the edge, and almost over. Gaara wanted to know if Orochimaru could really bear up to the changes he would have to go through. It was truly a crushing awareness.
When the concept had hit him, Orochimaru had stopped dead in his tracks, his thoughts turning inwards. Now, he stepped over to his swivel chair and literally dropped into its enveloping leopard-spot cushions. He laid there for a moment, his mind swirling with the realization. After a long second or two, he cracked open an eye and surveyed Kimimaru slouching in the other chair.
“Thanks.” he muttered. “I needed that.” Orochimaru’s voice was weary, as if he were suddenly tired. His body drooped over the stuffed arms of the chair, his head and feet thrown back over the sides, head tilted to see Kimimaru.
“For what?” Kimimaru asked confusedly. “I insulted you.”
“Yeah, but it got me thinking.” Orochimaru confided. “You see, I have a serious conflict that is very much a problem to me. I have actually come across something that I don’t want. The only problem is ” He paused for greater impact. “I can’t get rid of it.”
“Can’t get rid of it?” Kimimaru knew that Orochimaru was a complete genius when it came to getting out of situations he didn’t want to be in. Why couldn’t he get himself out of this one?
“You cannot rid yourself of this problem?” asked Kimimaru, riveted.
“Impossible. I would if I could, but I could if I would.” Orochimaru replied in a sarcastic manner. This obviously confused Kimimaru as he took the time to contemplate the meaning of the other’s words.
“Are you saying that you can’t do it because you don’t want to?” Kimimaru questioned, a hint of disbelief trickling into his words.
“Exactly. Or almost. I could get rid of my little problem, but I’d probably kill myself in the process. Now I see why you’re such a hermit. Emotions suck.” Orochimaru concluded. Kimimaru was slightly startled by this revelation. Orochimaru was almost hinting at a relationship. He was hinting at a relation ship. The question was: Who?
“Who?” Kimimaru voiced his question. Orochimaru stared blankly at him for a moment before forming his answer.
“None other than the strong, young, and gorgeous Kazekage of Suna.” He articulated eloquently.
“Gaara.” stated Kimimaru. “You have a relationship with Gaara.”
“Not just any relationship.” Orochimaru sighed. “It’s impossible to believe, but it is almost undeniably love.”
He said the last word so softly that Kimimaru wasn’t so sure he had heard it, although he knew he had. Orochimaru had leaned his head back and closed his eyes in heady pleasure. Whatever it was, Orochimaru was certainly infatuated with the Sand nin. But something told Kimimaru that it was something more than that. Something much deeper than mere infatuation. It may in fact be love, he told himself. Orochimaru isn’t one to lose his head over things, and I can tell he’s not happy about the situation. He knows exactly what this may mean, and if he says it’s love, I believe him. He wouldn’t use the word so lightly. He sighed deeply. This is bound to make things interesting, he thought.
Kimimaru nodded to Orochimaru and excused himself. “I have somewhere to be.” he said. Orochimaru smirked.
“You mean you have someone to go ‘visit‘. At least now you don’t have to worry about me groping just about every free person and most that aren‘t.” Orochimaru grinned. “Your boyfriend is safe!” he cried out humorously. “That is, until Gaara and I have an argument. Then even you might not be safe!” he grinned mischievously, rubbing his hands together and laughing from deep within his chest. “Get your ass out of my office, you fag. Before I do something to you. And say ‘hi’ to Kabuto for me.”
Meanwhile, Gaara let the hot water pour over his lithe body and smiled. He was getting used to smiling. Orochimaru is probably going to be very angry with me when he gets back. But I don’t mind. He’s going to have to get used to the consequences of loving, or in this case, making love to me. Gaara sniggered before turning to survey what soaps Orochimaru had. His eyes widened, letting the water in.
Gaara had never really cared about what kind of soap he used, as long as he got clean using it. That’s why he stared when he saw the abundance of shampoos, conditioners and body washes that were arranged in the cubby by the shower door. There were gels and creams and bars of things, and all in different fragrances. There were sponges and loofas and exfoliating scrubbers. Shaving creams and razors and just about anything else one could possibly need.
To Gaara, this could only described as shampoo-overload. Just grab something that smells good and go, he told himself. Gaara contemplated the no-less-than-name-brand-soaps before grabbing a loofa and some Island Spring body wash. No wonder he always smells like an entire jungle. Just thinking about what Orochimaru smelt like made him get a touch weak-kneed. Maybe I could go with something a little more refreshing. He browsed through the soaps for a little bit before he found something called Desert Oasis and mixed a little of both on his loofa. The combination almost smelt like Suna after the rains.
He showered and shaved and finished with a touch of palm extract conditioner. Afterwards, he felt cleaner than he ever had. Not knowing what else to do, he donned the loose clothes he had been given and returned to Orochimaru’s bedchamber. Now was the best time to learn a little something about the snaky bastard. The perfect place to start was the closet. After all, Orochimaru was a vain little peacock. Anything he had decided to keep around would most likely be in there.
Gaara went to the walk in closet and threw the door open. Inside, there was a clothes rack that was pretty well populated, a row of cabinets along one wall, and a jumble of stuff tossed in the back. Among this pile was Gaara’s gourd. What a surprise. Obviously, Orochimaru had intended upon keeping it. Sorry, but this is mine, cupcake, he purred to himself. The little seal you put on it can’t be too hard to break, now that I know what it is.
Orochimaru opened the door to his suite and saw sand. It was gathered in drifts and dunes all about the room and for as far as he could see down the hall. That means Gaara found his gourd, he thought. That also means he was snooping through my stuff. I wonder what he’s doing now…Well, there was only one way to find out.
He sauntered down the hallway, following the sand as it grew deeper, leading him right to his living room where Gaara was curled up on his couch, fast asleep with a porno playing on the TV.
Awww! How sweet…How could I ever be mad at him for long? Orochimaru thought. He didn’t really think he was being an airhead, and he wasn’t. It just felt like it. But that was besides the point.
As Orochimaru approached the couch, sand rose and eddied about his feet, but it did not resist him as he reached out and stroked Gaara’s soft cheek. Any other and it would sweep them away, but it does not perceive me as a threat. Therefore it does not fend me away, Orochimaru smirked silently. Gaara’s sand almost seemed to have a conscience of its own. Yet even when it would harm anyone who approached him as he slept, it allowed Orochimaru to pass.
Orochimaru couldn’t decide whether or not to feel touched, so he opted for a strange warm feeling instead. He turned to see what exactly it was that Gaara had put in the VCR and grinned at what he saw. So that was why Gaara had fallen asleep with a smile on his face. It seemed that Gaara had gone browsing through Orochimaru’s extensive porn collection and found one of the few homemade movies. This particular one involved him, Kimimaru and S&M.
Well, Orochimaru thought. I haven’t seen this one in a long while. After a moments thought, he sat down beside Gaara, kicked his heels back on the coffee table and leaned back to watch the remainder.
Kimimaru ran his hands up Kabuto’s muscular thighs and dipped his head forward to nestle his face into the small nest of gray curls where they met. His soft lips mouthed at the sensitive flesh as he nuzzled at it. Finally, he slipped his pink tongue from between his lips and ran it over Kabuto’s gorgeously thick organ. Even as the rough wetness of his tongue touched it, it rose to angry life.
Kimimaru loved this. He loved making Kabuto feel the beast within. But what he loved even more was when Kabuto used his beast on him. That was ecstasy.
Kimimaru drew in a sudden breath as Kabuto cuffed him in the jaw, but he didn’t move. He wasn’t supposed to. He was only allowed to move when Kabuto ordered it.
“Turn around, you worthless hunk of flesh.” commanded Kabuto. Immediately, Kimimaru turned so that his broad back faced Kabuto. He knew what happened now, and just as he expected, he felt the leather bonds being slid and tightened around his wrists and arms. Next, his legs were jerked roughly from beneath him and bound to his wrists.
“Come here, you fucking bastard.” Kabuto growled, wrenching Kimimaru’s head around to be gagged. But this time, it seemed that Kabuto wasn’t quite done yet. He leaned over and grabbed something slim and silvery from the dresser and brought it around so that Kimimaru could see. It was a jointed metal collar, inlaid in silver with Kimimaru’s nickname engraved upon it: ‘BONES’. Attached on a small metal ring at the back was a long, silvery leash made of silver wires wrapped and braided around a core of steel links.
Kabuto opened the collar and fixed it high around Kimimaru’s bowed neck. It fit him snugly but not tight. Using the leash to reel him in, Kabuto kissed Kimimaru right above the collar’s platinum confines before pulling the leash back and tying it to Kimimaru’s bound wrists. Then he got up off the bed and inspected the bound man.
So maybe Kimimaru isn’t such a worthless hunk of flesh after all, Kabuto thought. He has a certain willingness to be constricted and bound, a downright handsome figure, and he’s more than willing to be hurt.
“Well, I have something new planned for tonight, Bones.” Kabuto declared with slight humor. “Something I think you’re going to enjoy greatly.” he continued, adjusting his glasses before finally taking them off and laying them on top of the dresser. Then, he reached for something that had been leaning against it.
As Kabuto held the objects up, Kimimaru realized it was several braided leather whips. Each one differed. One was a long, coiled bullwhip, another was a cat-o’-nine-tails. There was a short riding quirt and a stiff rawhide lash. There was another, which Kabuto held in his other hand, that was a smaller, thicker version of the bullwhip he held with the others.
Kimimaru inhaled sharply as the braided leather scored across his muscular chest, grazing his right nipple. A moment later the sting of another blow blossomed over his smooth skin. Again and again he twitched and shuddered at the broad strokes of the whip. But in a way, Kabuto was right. He was enjoying this. The pain only lasted for a moment after each stinging blow landed, but after enough strikes had been made, it ceased to be pain. It was more like pleasure. Yes, it was pleasure that made him bend and moan, that made him lean into the wide strokes that landed upon his twisting body. Slowly, too slowly, the blows landed lower and lower until they alighted on his stomach, then hips and thighs.
Suddenly, the onslaught halted. And now the pain rushed back to his reddened body, making his skin seem to throb and pulse. It was absolutely delightful, the way it seemed his skin were crawling off of him in great sheets of spasming muscle. It seemed the drugs he had taken were beginning to kick in. And so they were.
Kimimaru was one with every individual scarlet mark that marred his body. He could feel the lovely strain in his bound limbs and arched back. He was aware of every fold and crease in the blanket he was posed upon. Even the warm, scented air that drifted about the room became another part of him, caressing his skin and shifting his hair with the slightest of drafts. It seemed the candles placed about the room were right beneath his nose, scents of jasmine and lavender swirling into his nostrils.
Kabuto leaned forward, cupping Kimimaru’s jaw in his hand, caressing the underside of his pulled back head. The other leaned into the strokes and caresses that Kabuto favored him, the clever hands that trailed along his biceps, the soft fingers that brushed along his hairline.
“Ah, Kimimaru, you should know better.” Kabuto softly muttered in his ear. “But then again, you love the overwhelming sense of me touching you. If there were such a place as heaven, you would be there now, wouldn’t you?” Kimimaru’s only response was to part his skyward lips and let his tongue explore the tissues of them. Kabuto laughed merrily.
“Oh you are such an emotional creature, Bones.” Kabuto excised as he pushed him over onto his side. Kimimaru landed on his right side, his bound limbs flexing in the momentary lack of tension.
“Bones, darling, I haven’t yet let all the surprises out of my sleeve. There are plenty more to witness.” Kabuto purred as he pulled a thin-bladed dagger from beneath a pillow. “Then you will truly be mine, and no other’s.” He laid the point of the blade at the center of Kimimaru’s chest. “Once my name is upon your skin, you will be mine for as long as I wish it to be so. And you cannot deny that.”
He pressed firmly on the blade for a moment, piercing the flesh and allowing a line of vermillion blood to trickle from it. Then Kabuto brought the blade over to begin forming the first kanji of his name on Kimimaru’s broad chest.
Mmm...so sexy...I can picture it all in my mind... Oh yes, somewhere around chapter 5, I hope to introduce a much sicker and deeper world of character corruption. There will be blood, whips, chains, small mutilations...the list goes on. I really dig the S&M factor.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. It is property of Masashi Kishimoto. The only time I have owned Orochimaru or Gaara or Kimimaru is in my dreams. They are very good dreams.
I guess I had better get on with it, hadn't I?
*Insert drumroll here*
Chapter 3
Orochimaru looked out over the gathering of people in his congress room and sighed under his breath. This meeting is not going to go well with many of them, he thought. They want action, and instead, I tell them to wait longer. His pale hand tugged and pulled at the cloth of his shirt’s hem.
The crowd was filled with angry, impatient faces and it hummed with unhappy mutterings. Many of them could not see why Orochimaru would hold back any longer, especially since he was the one who had been urging them forth in the first place. Orochimaru kept his outside composure firm, but inside he knew there might be trouble. His hand pulled again at the hem.
Across the room, Orochimaru spotted a group with Kimimaru at its head. He turned his head to observe them. Kimimaru’s followers spoke to the dove gray-haired man in hushed tones, Kimimaru nodding or shaking his head impassively at their statements. The tall ninja began to advance towards Orochimaru’s side of the room, his entourage close behind.
As they neared, Orochimaru could hear one of Kimimaru’s men say something that caught the gray haired ninja’s attention.
“I know what the snake bastard needs.” said the man, his freckled face spread into a grin. “He needs to get laid. It‘d do him some good.”
Kimimaru glanced from him to Orochimaru with a bemused look on his usually impassive face before replying. “He probably already has.” Kimimaru waved his retinue off and continued on to Orochimaru at a leisurely pace.
Orochimaru raised one fine eyebrow as Kimimaru stopped before him. The other seemed unusually amused, unusual because Kimimaru rarely showed any emotion. Orochimaru thought on what he knew about the nin before him. He didn’t have all that much, even though he probably was the one with the most knowledge of the usually solemn-faced ninja. Kimimaru was great in bed, for one. He was also a good fighter. He more or less thought of Orochimaru as some sort of higher being. But that was pretty much the extent of Orochimaru’s knowledge.
“And you’re in a fine mood, Kimimaru.” Orochimaru said in greeting. The other nodded.
“And I have good reason to be. Although, you’ll probably be glad I spotted it before anyone else.” Kimimaru’s lips twitched as if he had thought of smiling, but instead he opted for a light chuckle. Orochimaru’s brow rose higher, if that was possible.
“And why so?” he questioned, taking note as Kimimaru actually grinned for a second. “What is enough to make you mirthful?”
“Well, maybe it’s that you seem to have gone mad, requesting a delay in the attack against Konoha.” Kimimaru said softly. “Or maybe it’s because you have cum in your hair. Or maybe the fact that…” He trailed off at Orochimaru’s expression. It was something that could not be effectively described with words, except maybe as a twisting of the features into shock, abhorrence and anger. Whatever one would call it, it was absolutely hilarious, even to Kimimaru. He hadn’t laughed so hard in well, years.
Orochimaru’s naturally pale face flushed faintly and it seemed as if he was about to explode. Whether from shock, embarrassment, disgust or anger, Kimimaru couldn’t tell.
“What…?” Orochimaru asked in a voice that couldn’t quite be named. “…Did you say…?” His fists were clenching and unclenching at his sides, knuckles clearly visible through the flesh. There was a tic in the right side of his lip and his left eye.
“What did you say…?” Orochimaru repeated again in that same, not quite strangled voice, his eye twitching.
By now, almost every person in the room had turned towards them, facing them in silence except for those few whispering to ask what had happened, although no one knew what Kimimaru had said.
Kimimaru glanced around and thought better of saying more, lest Orochimaru truly wish to kill him. He nodded his head towards the closest door and headed towards it, the fuming Orochimaru almost stomping on his heels. As they passed through the door, the crowd in the audience chamber resumed its loud chatter, no doubt about it they were discussing this latest spectacle.
In his office, Orochimaru stalked rapidly about the small room, his heavy steps leading him to and fro across the shag carpet. He was too upset to sit down and discuss this in a reasonable manner. Gaara had to have known. He had to have known all morning, he thought crossly. The fucking bastard! He knew exactly what would happen! And he let me go out with that crap on me! He didn’t tell me, and now…Orochimaru didn’t know what now. His self control had almost snapped.
And it hit him. That was exactly what Gaara had wanted. He was being tested, his ability for control being pushed to the edge, and almost over. Gaara wanted to know if Orochimaru could really bear up to the changes he would have to go through. It was truly a crushing awareness.
When the concept had hit him, Orochimaru had stopped dead in his tracks, his thoughts turning inwards. Now, he stepped over to his swivel chair and literally dropped into its enveloping leopard-spot cushions. He laid there for a moment, his mind swirling with the realization. After a long second or two, he cracked open an eye and surveyed Kimimaru slouching in the other chair.
“Thanks.” he muttered. “I needed that.” Orochimaru’s voice was weary, as if he were suddenly tired. His body drooped over the stuffed arms of the chair, his head and feet thrown back over the sides, head tilted to see Kimimaru.
“For what?” Kimimaru asked confusedly. “I insulted you.”
“Yeah, but it got me thinking.” Orochimaru confided. “You see, I have a serious conflict that is very much a problem to me. I have actually come across something that I don’t want. The only problem is ” He paused for greater impact. “I can’t get rid of it.”
“Can’t get rid of it?” Kimimaru knew that Orochimaru was a complete genius when it came to getting out of situations he didn’t want to be in. Why couldn’t he get himself out of this one?
“You cannot rid yourself of this problem?” asked Kimimaru, riveted.
“Impossible. I would if I could, but I could if I would.” Orochimaru replied in a sarcastic manner. This obviously confused Kimimaru as he took the time to contemplate the meaning of the other’s words.
“Are you saying that you can’t do it because you don’t want to?” Kimimaru questioned, a hint of disbelief trickling into his words.
“Exactly. Or almost. I could get rid of my little problem, but I’d probably kill myself in the process. Now I see why you’re such a hermit. Emotions suck.” Orochimaru concluded. Kimimaru was slightly startled by this revelation. Orochimaru was almost hinting at a relationship. He was hinting at a relation ship. The question was: Who?
“Who?” Kimimaru voiced his question. Orochimaru stared blankly at him for a moment before forming his answer.
“None other than the strong, young, and gorgeous Kazekage of Suna.” He articulated eloquently.
“Gaara.” stated Kimimaru. “You have a relationship with Gaara.”
“Not just any relationship.” Orochimaru sighed. “It’s impossible to believe, but it is almost undeniably love.”
He said the last word so softly that Kimimaru wasn’t so sure he had heard it, although he knew he had. Orochimaru had leaned his head back and closed his eyes in heady pleasure. Whatever it was, Orochimaru was certainly infatuated with the Sand nin. But something told Kimimaru that it was something more than that. Something much deeper than mere infatuation. It may in fact be love, he told himself. Orochimaru isn’t one to lose his head over things, and I can tell he’s not happy about the situation. He knows exactly what this may mean, and if he says it’s love, I believe him. He wouldn’t use the word so lightly. He sighed deeply. This is bound to make things interesting, he thought.
Kimimaru nodded to Orochimaru and excused himself. “I have somewhere to be.” he said. Orochimaru smirked.
“You mean you have someone to go ‘visit‘. At least now you don’t have to worry about me groping just about every free person and most that aren‘t.” Orochimaru grinned. “Your boyfriend is safe!” he cried out humorously. “That is, until Gaara and I have an argument. Then even you might not be safe!” he grinned mischievously, rubbing his hands together and laughing from deep within his chest. “Get your ass out of my office, you fag. Before I do something to you. And say ‘hi’ to Kabuto for me.”
Meanwhile, Gaara let the hot water pour over his lithe body and smiled. He was getting used to smiling. Orochimaru is probably going to be very angry with me when he gets back. But I don’t mind. He’s going to have to get used to the consequences of loving, or in this case, making love to me. Gaara sniggered before turning to survey what soaps Orochimaru had. His eyes widened, letting the water in.
Gaara had never really cared about what kind of soap he used, as long as he got clean using it. That’s why he stared when he saw the abundance of shampoos, conditioners and body washes that were arranged in the cubby by the shower door. There were gels and creams and bars of things, and all in different fragrances. There were sponges and loofas and exfoliating scrubbers. Shaving creams and razors and just about anything else one could possibly need.
To Gaara, this could only described as shampoo-overload. Just grab something that smells good and go, he told himself. Gaara contemplated the no-less-than-name-brand-soaps before grabbing a loofa and some Island Spring body wash. No wonder he always smells like an entire jungle. Just thinking about what Orochimaru smelt like made him get a touch weak-kneed. Maybe I could go with something a little more refreshing. He browsed through the soaps for a little bit before he found something called Desert Oasis and mixed a little of both on his loofa. The combination almost smelt like Suna after the rains.
He showered and shaved and finished with a touch of palm extract conditioner. Afterwards, he felt cleaner than he ever had. Not knowing what else to do, he donned the loose clothes he had been given and returned to Orochimaru’s bedchamber. Now was the best time to learn a little something about the snaky bastard. The perfect place to start was the closet. After all, Orochimaru was a vain little peacock. Anything he had decided to keep around would most likely be in there.
Gaara went to the walk in closet and threw the door open. Inside, there was a clothes rack that was pretty well populated, a row of cabinets along one wall, and a jumble of stuff tossed in the back. Among this pile was Gaara’s gourd. What a surprise. Obviously, Orochimaru had intended upon keeping it. Sorry, but this is mine, cupcake, he purred to himself. The little seal you put on it can’t be too hard to break, now that I know what it is.
Orochimaru opened the door to his suite and saw sand. It was gathered in drifts and dunes all about the room and for as far as he could see down the hall. That means Gaara found his gourd, he thought. That also means he was snooping through my stuff. I wonder what he’s doing now…Well, there was only one way to find out.
He sauntered down the hallway, following the sand as it grew deeper, leading him right to his living room where Gaara was curled up on his couch, fast asleep with a porno playing on the TV.
Awww! How sweet…How could I ever be mad at him for long? Orochimaru thought. He didn’t really think he was being an airhead, and he wasn’t. It just felt like it. But that was besides the point.
As Orochimaru approached the couch, sand rose and eddied about his feet, but it did not resist him as he reached out and stroked Gaara’s soft cheek. Any other and it would sweep them away, but it does not perceive me as a threat. Therefore it does not fend me away, Orochimaru smirked silently. Gaara’s sand almost seemed to have a conscience of its own. Yet even when it would harm anyone who approached him as he slept, it allowed Orochimaru to pass.
Orochimaru couldn’t decide whether or not to feel touched, so he opted for a strange warm feeling instead. He turned to see what exactly it was that Gaara had put in the VCR and grinned at what he saw. So that was why Gaara had fallen asleep with a smile on his face. It seemed that Gaara had gone browsing through Orochimaru’s extensive porn collection and found one of the few homemade movies. This particular one involved him, Kimimaru and S&M.
Well, Orochimaru thought. I haven’t seen this one in a long while. After a moments thought, he sat down beside Gaara, kicked his heels back on the coffee table and leaned back to watch the remainder.
Kimimaru ran his hands up Kabuto’s muscular thighs and dipped his head forward to nestle his face into the small nest of gray curls where they met. His soft lips mouthed at the sensitive flesh as he nuzzled at it. Finally, he slipped his pink tongue from between his lips and ran it over Kabuto’s gorgeously thick organ. Even as the rough wetness of his tongue touched it, it rose to angry life.
Kimimaru loved this. He loved making Kabuto feel the beast within. But what he loved even more was when Kabuto used his beast on him. That was ecstasy.
Kimimaru drew in a sudden breath as Kabuto cuffed him in the jaw, but he didn’t move. He wasn’t supposed to. He was only allowed to move when Kabuto ordered it.
“Turn around, you worthless hunk of flesh.” commanded Kabuto. Immediately, Kimimaru turned so that his broad back faced Kabuto. He knew what happened now, and just as he expected, he felt the leather bonds being slid and tightened around his wrists and arms. Next, his legs were jerked roughly from beneath him and bound to his wrists.
“Come here, you fucking bastard.” Kabuto growled, wrenching Kimimaru’s head around to be gagged. But this time, it seemed that Kabuto wasn’t quite done yet. He leaned over and grabbed something slim and silvery from the dresser and brought it around so that Kimimaru could see. It was a jointed metal collar, inlaid in silver with Kimimaru’s nickname engraved upon it: ‘BONES’. Attached on a small metal ring at the back was a long, silvery leash made of silver wires wrapped and braided around a core of steel links.
Kabuto opened the collar and fixed it high around Kimimaru’s bowed neck. It fit him snugly but not tight. Using the leash to reel him in, Kabuto kissed Kimimaru right above the collar’s platinum confines before pulling the leash back and tying it to Kimimaru’s bound wrists. Then he got up off the bed and inspected the bound man.
So maybe Kimimaru isn’t such a worthless hunk of flesh after all, Kabuto thought. He has a certain willingness to be constricted and bound, a downright handsome figure, and he’s more than willing to be hurt.
“Well, I have something new planned for tonight, Bones.” Kabuto declared with slight humor. “Something I think you’re going to enjoy greatly.” he continued, adjusting his glasses before finally taking them off and laying them on top of the dresser. Then, he reached for something that had been leaning against it.
As Kabuto held the objects up, Kimimaru realized it was several braided leather whips. Each one differed. One was a long, coiled bullwhip, another was a cat-o’-nine-tails. There was a short riding quirt and a stiff rawhide lash. There was another, which Kabuto held in his other hand, that was a smaller, thicker version of the bullwhip he held with the others.
Kimimaru inhaled sharply as the braided leather scored across his muscular chest, grazing his right nipple. A moment later the sting of another blow blossomed over his smooth skin. Again and again he twitched and shuddered at the broad strokes of the whip. But in a way, Kabuto was right. He was enjoying this. The pain only lasted for a moment after each stinging blow landed, but after enough strikes had been made, it ceased to be pain. It was more like pleasure. Yes, it was pleasure that made him bend and moan, that made him lean into the wide strokes that landed upon his twisting body. Slowly, too slowly, the blows landed lower and lower until they alighted on his stomach, then hips and thighs.
Suddenly, the onslaught halted. And now the pain rushed back to his reddened body, making his skin seem to throb and pulse. It was absolutely delightful, the way it seemed his skin were crawling off of him in great sheets of spasming muscle. It seemed the drugs he had taken were beginning to kick in. And so they were.
Kimimaru was one with every individual scarlet mark that marred his body. He could feel the lovely strain in his bound limbs and arched back. He was aware of every fold and crease in the blanket he was posed upon. Even the warm, scented air that drifted about the room became another part of him, caressing his skin and shifting his hair with the slightest of drafts. It seemed the candles placed about the room were right beneath his nose, scents of jasmine and lavender swirling into his nostrils.
Kabuto leaned forward, cupping Kimimaru’s jaw in his hand, caressing the underside of his pulled back head. The other leaned into the strokes and caresses that Kabuto favored him, the clever hands that trailed along his biceps, the soft fingers that brushed along his hairline.
“Ah, Kimimaru, you should know better.” Kabuto softly muttered in his ear. “But then again, you love the overwhelming sense of me touching you. If there were such a place as heaven, you would be there now, wouldn’t you?” Kimimaru’s only response was to part his skyward lips and let his tongue explore the tissues of them. Kabuto laughed merrily.
“Oh you are such an emotional creature, Bones.” Kabuto excised as he pushed him over onto his side. Kimimaru landed on his right side, his bound limbs flexing in the momentary lack of tension.
“Bones, darling, I haven’t yet let all the surprises out of my sleeve. There are plenty more to witness.” Kabuto purred as he pulled a thin-bladed dagger from beneath a pillow. “Then you will truly be mine, and no other’s.” He laid the point of the blade at the center of Kimimaru’s chest. “Once my name is upon your skin, you will be mine for as long as I wish it to be so. And you cannot deny that.”
He pressed firmly on the blade for a moment, piercing the flesh and allowing a line of vermillion blood to trickle from it. Then Kabuto brought the blade over to begin forming the first kanji of his name on Kimimaru’s broad chest.
Mmm...so sexy...I can picture it all in my mind... Oh yes, somewhere around chapter 5, I hope to introduce a much sicker and deeper world of character corruption. There will be blood, whips, chains, small mutilations...the list goes on. I really dig the S&M factor.