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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Naruto
  Relationship:
      Uchiha_Sasuke/Yakushi_Kabuto
  Character:
      Uchiha_Sasuke, Yakushi_Kabuto, Orochimaru_(Naruto)
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent, Manipulation, Dependency_Issues, Dark, Smut, Blow_Jobs,
      Masturbation, Bloodlust, Unhappy_Ending, Angst, Alternate_Universe_-
      Canon_Divergence, (probably_that)
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-07-11 Words: 7519
****** Dependency ******
by petite-neko_(petiteneko)
Summary
     When Sasuke thought back to it, he should have seen it coming. He was
     riddled with issues after all.
Notes
     Please note that this story is almost seven years old! So a lot of my
     usual formats don't fit to the style of this story. It's also in a
     more omniscient PoV and will switch occasionally. And, considering
     this was written before the conclusion of the Manga, there could be
     quite a few inaccuracies or OoC-ness.
     This story contains a lot of problematic, potentially triggering
     content, please see the warnings and if they disturb you, I would not
     advise for you to read this story. (I used the underage warning
     because this takes place over the Shippuden time skip or so) This
     story was intended to be dark and it is dark. It's an unhealthy,
     manipulative relationship, and even some of the characters agree that
     it is.
     Also: this can have content that could be seen as Kakasasu, Orosasu,
     and Itasasu.
See the end of the work for more notes
Sasuke. The Uchiha Sasuke never had a reliance on anybody. He had just been
using them, regardless of what things appeared to be.
 
There was one exception, and that was him – the last person from Konoha to see
him as he ran. However, now the boy was out of his life and out of his mind.
Sasuke no longer had a friendly relationship with the male in his own black
eyes. That failure meant nothing to him, and he would ensure that it remained
that way. Their friendship meant nothing anyway; he only had one dream, and
that was to destroy his brother.
 
To destroy Itachi.
 
He wanted his older brother to suffer as he did through the years. The desire
to kill the older Uchiha drove him betray the village he grew up in, and to
ally with strangers, Sound. That was where he could obtain the most power, the
place where he would not have to sink to Itachi’s sickening and feeble levels.
Sasuke didn’t need anybody. All he needed was power; power and his own hatred.
 
Yet, he never expected to find another.
 
Everyday seemed mundane to him and he felt like a machine. He didn’t care. He
needed to. Sasuke’s hatred for Itachi grew and grew. That malicious intent to
destroy his brother swelled within his being until he was ready to burst; yet,
it all seemed monotonous, too quiet, too dull. Sasuke felt like an emotionless
doll, a puppet only used for one thing. Every day, Orochimaru subjected him to
multiple trainings, a way to feed his hatred further. Sasuke’s craving to kill
Itachi grew and grew.
 
He was nothing but a robot fuelled by hatred and revenge.
 
Regardless, there still was one thing Sasuke could never put his finger on. He
never knew the exact moment when a new feeling crept into his life. But one
day, Sasuke began to despise it. It was unnecessary, it wasn’t required. He
loathed this change so much that he couldn’t stand it; he needed to tell
somebody.
 
“Kabuto.” Sasuke spoke dully, his black eyes emotionless orbs.
 
Orochimaru sure has changed this boy. The medic-nin thought to himself as he
gazed into the Uchiha’s eyes. “Yes Sasuke? Are you injured?” Kabuto asked only
to receive a shake of raven-hair.
 
“No. I just need to ask you a question,” Sasuke’s voice never raised an octave.
 
“What is it then Sasuke?”
 
Suddenly, Sasuke seemed to change, it was slow, small and it grew but Kabuto
saw it nonetheless. He saw that the boy was still not fully transformed into a
ninja. Emotions remained to run through him, albeit they were suppressed and
becoming less apparent, but they ran through him nonetheless. He was gradually
becoming the emotionless being he was required to be.
 
“There has been a change…” Sasuke spoke quietly as he stared down into the
ground. Kabuto walked and closed the door behind him before guiding Sasuke to
the table in his office.
 
“What kind of change?”
 
“I. Don’t know.” Sasuke’s voice seemed to almost return to that mechanical
tone. Yet, Kabuto observed the boy’s lowered head and a fearful (however small)
tremble that caused a slight disruption in his voice.
 
“Describe it to me.”
 
“When I look at people, I see them more as pawns to accomplish missions. More
than tools of a government. I see... them.”Sasuke spoke, raising his head a
little.
 
“Them?” Kabuto asked, moving his head so he could look Sasuke in the eyes.
 
“Them… as a person, them as their… body,” the fear in Sasuke’s voice grew to a
noticeable level, even as he tried desperately to mask it.
 
“Sasuke, have you noticed any physical changes?” Kabuto prompted, feeling
rather uneasy with this explanation, foretelling its direction.
 
Sasuke’s position and aura changed as he dug into his memories and observed
himself through his own eyes. He sat like that for a rather long period of time
before Kabuto’s voice broke him out of his thoughts.
 
“Have you noticed hair anywhere, your voice changing…?” Kabuto trailed off,
unable to continue his sentence. It was awkward, and he could see it was making
Sasuke uncomfortable.
Sasuke tried to think harder before blinking quickly a few times, colour
tainting his features. “Wh-what do you mean?!” The thought of Kabuto’s
knowledge of his weird and crazy changes flustered him. It embarrassed him and
he didn’t want anybody know his differences. It wasn’t because it was Kabuto.
And Sasuke knew it. He knew that even having his older brother – whom he so
hated – know would bother him, even Sakura, even Naruto.
 
“Sasuke?” The lone voice seemed so distant, and even so, the adolescent reached
out, grasping the word, the voice, and clung to it tightly.
 
“Y-Yes?” Sasuke voice was so patheticallyweak, fragile and small, trembling
just as certainly his body would be without training.
 
“Have you noticed any changes? Do…” Kabuto paused for a moment, perhaps
stuttering, “do you even know why these changes would be happening?” He knew
his voice sounded soft - too soft. But Kabuto also knew he had to ensure that
there was no physical harm, and therefore, to be gentle with his Master’s
future body.
 
That’s all Sasuke was anyway.
 
Still, Kabuto had some intuition to tell the boy about this, even if he could
tell the child lies for the health of him.
 
“What do you mean… changes…? Have you…” Sasuke shook his head, looking down. He
couldn’t ask Kabuto such an embarrassing question.
 
Kabuto sighed, “The teachers never told you?” He shook his head is disbelief,
“Stay there Sasuke.” He said before going to grab a box with folders, posters
and the like.
“Now…”
 
                                     .+++.
 
Sasuke sat obediently as Kabuto explained ‘Family Reproduction’ and something
called ‘Puberty’. Sasuke never got the permission slip signed, as there was no
one to sign it for him.
 
One thing shocked him though.
 
“No way!” Sasuke exclaimed, standing up, “how the hell can they stand that?!
That’s just disgusting!”
 
Kabuto shook his head at the immaturity of the boy but it was to be expected,
“Does it look like I would know Sasuke? That’s rather insulting boy.”
 
“S-Sorry Kabuto…” Sasuke said quietly, lowering his head.
 
“Now let us continue the study of the female…”
 
                                     .+++.
 
In the end, the teaching went out, with a few questions asked and a few
outbursts. Kabuto knew that they were expected, as the boy was still young.
 
“Sasuke,” the silver-haired nin spoke as the boy was at the doors, “your
changes are still beginning. You may have those ‘dreams’. I’m here if you want
to talk.”
 
Sasuke just replied with a neutral “Hm,” and left the room.
 
Like his body would stoop to those low levels.
 
 
It was dark but slithering could be heard. Sasuke knew this from being
surrounded by them every day. He heard their tongues flickering and felt some
crawl over his body. Their scales felt cool, and their tongues were slick.
He was naked.
Panic ran through him as he pulled and tried to sit up. As he put force, recoil
pulled his body back to the bed harshly. The clang of metal rung through his
ears.
He was chained.
Sasuke felt the snakes swarming around him and their lithe tongues tickled and
caressed his pale skin. He felt their cold scales sliding up his thigh slowly.
He felt violated.
Sasuke knew of sex. He knew even before his little chat with Kabuto. But now he
knew the works of it and what it was really for. Yet, he also knew it was for
self-pleasure.
And this didn’t feel right.
He felt the snakes’ breath on skin that wasn’t supposed to be touched, that was
his alone. The tongues escaped further and caressed his inner thighs; their
tongues rose higher and higher. Sasuke suppressed groans to escape from his
mouth, but when a tongue grazed his most sensitive organ, the boy couldn’t help
but make a noise.
He moaned.
Sasuke bit his lip but didn’t move. He knew he couldn’t. He knew if he did,
there would be repercussions to pay, and it was the damn snakes.
“Well, well… look who’s here…,” an eerie voice echoed into his ears.
Sasuke gulped and remained frozen. He knew this voice and he hated it, He knew
what the person was going to do and it sickened him.
“Orochimaru.”
The word was spoken with so much hate and disgust it even shocked the boy
speaking it.
A snicker could be heard in the darkness as pale skin became visible and seemed
to glow disturbingly. “Kukuku, looks like you’re smart enough to know your
master’s name...”
Sasuke caught a glimpse of the San-nin’s golden eyes before the man was on top
of his body and began to ravish the teen’s torso with his long tongue.
He felt molested.
Sasuke bit his tongue desperately to hide the moans that were forming in his
throat. The Uchiha knew Orochimaru would not stop until he got what he wanted.
His body.
Sasuke had a relatively good idea of what Orochimaru wanted, but the clarity of
that concept was blurring. He wanted to know, he needed an absolute answer.
He opened his mouth.
Sasuke did not realize his mistake until it was too late. Orochimaru suddenly
moved and claimed the Uchiha’s lips viciously, the tongue almost choking the
boy in lust.
Pedophilia.
Sasuke knew the word. He knew its meaning. His father was chief of the police
force, how could he not.
The violent kiss seemed to last hours and left the inexperienced boy
breathless. As he managed to regain his breath he demanded, “What do… you
want?!” Though, it only seemed to come out in a whisper.
Orochimaru just sniggered and remained silent. His motives remained unknown.
Sasuke opened his mouth to demand an answer again, but was interrupted by a wet
warmth encasing him.
He screamed.
 
 
Sasuke’s eyes snapped open and found himself sitting upwards. The lower half of
his body felt strange and his breathing was heavy. His pants felt too tight on
him, as if they were a size too small.
 
Kabuto warned him about this. Sasuke wanted to talk, but the embarrassment was
too strong. But… what was that nightmare about?! Sasuke suddenly felt a lurch
in his stomach.
 
He was going to vomit.
 
Sasuke leaned over and dry-heaved multiple times, the sound echoing in his
silent room.
 
Sasuke never felt so disgusted in his life. How could his mind have come up
with such a revolting theory?! He was straight dammit!
 
“Sasuke?”
 
The boy jumped at his name but it was only Kabuto. The medic-nin wasn’t like
Orochimaru, yet at the same time, the Uchiha didn’t know what Kabuto thought of
him. Sasuke realized that he knew nothing of the silver-haired nin, that he
knew nothing of Orochimaru.
 
But they knew everything about him.
 
Everybody knew Sasuke’s past, his ambitions. They knew and Sasuke hated it.
 
“Sasuke.”
 
The voice was more persistent and demanding but Sasuke couldn’t answer. The
discomfort grew stronger. Sasuke fidgeted but he could not rid the feeling. It
became persistent.
 
“Sasuke!”
 
The voice was urgent and the unexpected increase in volume shocked the boy,
causing him to jump. This jump caused a lurch in his stomach, and his whole
body reacted to the discomfort, it was almost screaming to him. It. Just.
Wouldn’t. Stop!
 
The voice and the discomfort rose into the same irresistible pitch.
 
The nightmare crept upon Sasuke again and the hissing of snakes filled his
ears. Sasuke didn’t notice Kabuto’s burst into his room.
 
That was, until he was shaken.
 
Sasuke’s eyes snapped open and he blinked, “K-Kabuto?”
 
“You’re wanted by Orochimaru-sama.”
 
Sasuke screamed.
 
What is wrong with this boy? He usually demands what Orochimaru wants.
Especially so late at night… Kabuto thought, perplexed.
 
Kabuto moved his hand to cover the boy’s mouth, to prevent the screams from
waking the remaining nin in the building. He reached out and across the bed
leaning over the boy’s half-sitting frame and his elbow brushed something as he
proceeded to do so.
 
The boy moaned.
 
Kabuto blinked and looked down through the sheets, “Sasuke?” He asked gently,
but the boy wouldn’t respond, “Can I move the sheets?”
 
Sasuke shook his head and pulled the covers closer to himself like a child
scared of some nightmare.
Kabuto sighed and in one quick movement he grabbed the boy’s wrists and
squeezed them together as he moved the sheets. He saw the boys legs entwined,
as if they were trying to hold something in. Kabuto’s eyes trailed further and
observed a problem within the boy’s boxers. “Ah…” the medic spoke in
realization, “what happened Sasuke?”
 
The boy whimpered and a light blush crept onto his face. He shook his head and
groaned.
 
“Sasuke,” Kabuto leaned closer to the boy, “what happened?” Kabuto sighed
against the lack of response from the younger male. “Sasuke, I cannot help you
if I do not know what happened.”
 
Another whimper came from Sasuke as he looked ashamed but whispered, “O-O-
Orochimaru…”
 
A sharp inhale of breath could be heard from Kabuto, but he immediately shook
his head, “What did he do…?”
 
“I… I… dreamed…” Sasuke turned his face away in total embarrassment, whimpering
again.
 
Kabuto remained silent, and nodded his head in understanding though the boy
couldn’t see it, “I see…” he whispered quietly and comfortingly, “it’s
perfectly natural…”
 
Sasuke shot his head up and his voice raised unexpectedly, “How is it normal!
I’m fucking straight dammit!” Tears were brimming at the boys eyes but he
quickly brushed them away, “It was disgusting! It was horrid!”
 
“Just because you dream…” Kabuto turned his face away and the atmosphere became
unbearably awkward again, “of a man… it does not mean you are immediately gay…”
Kabuto sighed again. This kid! How ignorant can he get!?The silver-haired nin
thought. It’s like he expects everything to be done for him. Like he thinks
he’s close to being perfect…A smirked then appeared on his face. He’d give the
boy a weakness, “Sasuke, you need to see Orochimaru.” He spoke in a dull voice.
 
“I-I can’t… not like this…” Sasuke whimpered, sounding like the child he
really, truly was.
 
“Well solve it then,” Kabuto challenged, looking down expectantly at the boy.
Serves him right.
 
A blush took over Sasuke’s pale skin and he looked down, “I can’t do it while
you’re in here!”
 
“We’re both guys. There’s nothing to be shy about,” Kabuto leaned down as he
internally smirked. The boy needs to learn his place in the world. He then
began to whisper, “or is it that you are incapable Sasuke?”
 
Sasuke’s eyes widened as he backed away from Kabuto, speechless.
 
“Are you displaying a lack of competence? Are you saying an Uchiha cannot
achieve a simple task such as masturbation Sasuke?” Kabuto mocked, moving his
body closer to Sasuke’s his teeth caressing the teen’s neck.
 
The young ninja seemed to be in a state of disbelief before he unexpectedly
commanded, “Then teach me.”
 
A slight, almost undistinguishable shock went through Kabuto, two quick blinks
only displaying any physical reaction. However, he quickly recovered and took
Sasuke’s hand, gliding it slowly down his torso. The young boy was suppressing
foreign sounds at the feelings going through his body. Sasuke had wanted to say
something, anything, but his mind was being driven towards need and lust,
unable to think coherently. His world was spinning into a more and more
condensed version of itself. His boxers began to shrink and become smaller,
tightening on him and he groaned.
 
Kabuto seemed to sense what Sasuke wanted and removed the boy of his clothing
then took the wandering hand lower. His long fingers grazed the skin before
Sasuke’s, tainting the first his purity.
 
There was only one more uncorrupted place left.
 
“Hah…” the teen breathed, closing his eyes tightly.
 
Kabuto knew what he was doing; he knew he was using the boy. He knew Sasuke
didn’t fully comprehend the concept of his words. He knew this was wrong.
 
But he didn’t care.
 
As he continued to guide Sasuke’s hand, gliding the boy’s fingers expertly,
Kabuto thought of the past. He never had power, he was always controlled.
Regardless of what he did, he was always submitting. Whether if it were a
mission, the Akatsuki, Sasori or even Orochimaru. He was always the
subordinate.
 
He lacked control.
 
Kabuto knew Orochimaru lured Sasuke and many others to Sound with power. Even
he was, to an extent. But, Kabuto now knew that nobody would truly have it, not
even Sasuke. He wouldn’t get his promised freedom, and Sasuke wouldn’t get his
revenge.
 
If only he could make Sasuke his.
 
Yes. He would make this boy plead, he would weaken the boy. Kabuto would use
and abuse, he would drain Sasuke. He would have power and control at last.
 
As Sasuke climaxed in their hands, Kabuto laughed for a second, He broke his
shell temporally before stoically wiping his hand with a cloth and turning,
“It’s time to go see Orochimaru; we cannot afford any more delays.”
 
                                     .+++.
 
Kabuto watched as Sasuke walked into Orochimaru’s office and he glanced over,
making contact with the San-nin’s gleaming eyes. He blinked before nodding;
receiving the Kage’s silent message, “See me after him.”
 
Kabuto left the room and slid down on a chair, sighing slightly. He knew what
this was going to be about.
 
Now he needed a story.
 
Kabuto knew how to lie. He would lie regardless to whom was receiving it. He
just hoped Sasuke would not screw him up.
 
Sasuke was still weak in many ways, especially mentally. His body and mind were
not up to par. Yet, the mental also must be learned, because the earlier it
was, the better one would learn it. That might have been Sasuke’s mistake from
the start – or his parents he should say. Maybe that was why he was not up to
par with his brother, and always will never be. The boy seriously needed to be
trained.
 
Kabuto would do just that.
 
Kabuto could train anybody, he could train anything. He knew how the mind and
body worked. He knew many things most people didn’t know. He had even indulged
himself in a few fetish books for his own amusement. Besides… it was always
another form of torture and lessons, was it not?
 
The medic-nin kept his neutral, stoic demeanour, but, in actuality, he was
cruelly sadistic, innocently keen and he always craved power. Now, most people
did on some sort of level, but Kabuto lusted for it. Not just physical, he
wanted leadership, he wanted to control. And now that it was in his grasp....
 
He would never let it go.
 
Kabuto would do whatever he could to keep it. He would beat, abuse, insult,
demand, and even demean to get his own way, not to mention any other more
perverse and censored manners. He would use his intellect to weave a little web
around Sasuke and mend the holes. You see, Kabuto was the predator.
 
And Sasuke was his prey.
 
                                     .+++.
 
“What did he want?” Kabuto asked only to receive a glare from the young Uchiha.
The elder almost laughed, but his eyes turned cold, “Did he ask of your belated
entrance?” Kabuto received a shake of raven hair. Out of place, he smirked. The
poor boy. The silver-haired nin stood up and walked to his master’s room.
 
“Sit.”
 
The order came bluntly, and two bright eyes glared in the blackness.
 
“I told you to bring Sasuke the moment you saw him.”
 
Apparently, Orochimaru was displeased.
 
“I would have if I hadn’t caught Sasuke masturbating Orochimaru-sama.” Kabuto
replied firmly, not fazed at all by the contents of his sentence or his half-
truth.
 
“He is a teenager after all,” Orochimaru replied, his voice a little lighter,
“you may go now Kabuto. I have other business to attend to.”
 
“Yes Orochimaru-sama.” Kabuto said whilst bowing and leaving the room. The boy
will have questions in the morning certainly. No less, I will lie to him as I
did to Orochimaru. Sasuke needs to know nothing.
 
“Kabuto”
 
The medic turned towards the speaker, and looked him straight in the eye. “Yes
Sasuke?” He asked calmly.
 
“What did you tell Orochimaru?” The boy said, glaring at Kabuto.
 
“It’s nothing you need to concern yourself with.”
 
“It involves me,” Sasuke pressed, looking at Kabuto’s grey, inanimate eyes.
 
“How can you be certain Sasuke? Don’t presume that everything involves you. You
are just another person among thousands.” Kabuto’s words were cold, harsh and
stern, as if he were scolding a child.
 
“…” the boy said nothing and was unable to decipher the constant look in
Kabuto’s eyes, “You act like it’s nothing.” The boy said after a few moments.
 
Kabuto, expecting this, recoiled perfectly, “But it is,” his composure and
voice were ever-constant.
 
“The hell with that!” The boy suddenly said angrily. Red threatened to flare in
his eyes as he clenched his fists.
 
“Don’t you have a mission to prepare for?” Kabuto simply said and walked away,
leaving the boy alone.
 
                                     .+++.
 
Kabuto entered his lab and was careful to lock the door. It was quiet for a few
long seconds before an insane laughter escaped Kabuto. Oh, how close it was in
his grasp. He would have it at last!
 
Power.
 
Oh the poor boy. He didn’t pity Sasuke though; it was the boy’s fault after
all. If that Uchiha brat wasn’t so weak and gullible, he wouldn’t be in this
mess. But, Kabuto didn’t care for Sasuke’s sanity. He would own the boy, and he
would become a crutch for the Sasuke. He would be something Sasuke needed to
exist, he would have control. He would slowly corrupt the Uchiha, and be
secretive. It would be a perfect plan.
 
                                     .+++.
 
Sasuke had come back to Kabuto’s lab a few days later, curious and furious. And
Kabuto was resisting laughing at Sasuke’s childish antics.
 
“It’s not ‘nothing’ Kabuto.” His voice was seething with an incomprehensible
anger. His eyes were flickering with the Sharingan, the red mixing with the
black, yet unable to stay in one place or another for very long. “Why the fuck
would you even…” He was unable to finish his sentence as a low growl escaped
his throat, “You disgusting pervert…”
 
Kabuto intentionally raised an eyebrow, “Ohh? Really now?” He wanted to laugh
even harder at Sasuke’s actions, “Did I, at all, seem ‘turned on’ by that
little lesson Sasuke? Besides, you’re the one who asked, were you not? How am I
a pervert from that perspective Sasuke?”
 
An embarrassed blush appeared on Sasuke’s face and Kabuto thought of how he
could use the boy for his own little methods. “Y- Why…” He growled, though his
eyes returned to its dull, black gaze, “How can you act so calm…” His mind was
swirling with questions, and he just didn’t know how to ask them. “I-it’s not
normal! You-you don’t just teach somebody how to…” Sasuke couldn’t say the word
and it came out as a mumbled grunt, “and then just walk off… acting like it’s
nothing!”
 
Kabuto let his eyebrow rise again, “What are you suggesting I do then? Act
disgusted by it or…” He let his sentence trail off, as if he were suggesting
something.
 
The blush brightened on Sasuke’s face, “Y-you sick pervert!” He said, though
was unable to say anything else, as it just vanished from his mind completely.
 
“Are you just going to stand around in my lab, making accusations at me Sasuke?
You should be training.” Kabuto simply said and moved to continue what he was
doing before the Uchiha heir had disturbed him. He felt his arm being pulled
and he turned around to see Sasuke’s hair pathetically trying to hide his red
face.
 
“If... if it happens again…” He couldn’t say anymore. He was truly disgusted by
his desire, but… Kabuto was the only one he could turn to.
 
“We’ll see when it happens, Sasuke.” Kabuto said, trying to hide his smirk and
maniacal laughter. He had Sasuke and he knew it. Oh, the sweet tang of control
was sprinkled slightly on his tongue, and he couldn’t help but want more.
 
“Hn.” The boy just stated and left the room, his face slowly returning to its
pale shade.
 
Sasuke truly hated how he weakened. He hated how he looked up to Kabuto. He
hated it and he loathed it. Yet… he didn’t have much of a choice. He could have
looked up to Orochimaru… but... who would look up to the Sa-nin, especially
after that nightmare… Sasuke shook his head. He couldn’t think about that
disturbing dream and what had occurred directly after it.
 
He hated it. He hated every bit of it, yet he couldn’t bring himself to
masturbate… it was too despicable. It made him feel weak.
 
But… was needing somebody worse?
 
He wondered why he always needed somebody to look up to. When he was little, it
was Itachi, then, when he graduated, it was Kakashi… Now… it was Kabuto. Was he
really that weak?
 
All he wanted to do was kill Itachi. However, his body had other plans. He
hated it. He knew that Orochimaru wanted his body… he knew that. Yet, he really
didn’t care. As long as he killed Itachi, he didn’t care. He would kill that
bastard. Each time he thought of that, his mind strengthened. His body refused
to give up though. He didn’t know why. He knew that he wasn’t attracted to
Kabuto, he couldn’t be. He hadn’t been attracted to any real female in his
life, and especially not males. So... either he was asexual, or he wasn’t one
for fan girls. The latter seemed more possible.
 
Sasuke sighed in defeat. He couldn’t understand why his body was just craving
for somebody to touch him again. Well he knew in a sense but… why? Was it
because he was a teenager filled with hormones? But… then again Itachi wasn’t.
 
Damn it!
 
He hated how he stillcompared himself to Itachi. He absolutely hated it. He
punched the wall in frustration. His head was hung in shame. How could he
defeat Itachi if he couldn’t even get the bastard out of his idolization ranks?
He hated Itachi; he wanted that fucking bastard dead!
 
Sasuke sighed, clenching his bruising fist. He would become stronger, strong
enough to deal with his body, enough to destroy Itachi. He realized what a
circle he was stuck in and he would get out of it!
 
He would.
 
Once he got rid of that bothersome feeling that was starting to grow again. The
Uchiha walked into his room and slid down the door. The thought of going to
that perverted red-head scared him. No, that wouldn’t work… she was just
another worthless fan girl. He wouldn’t… He wouldn’t reduce himself to his own
hands… the hands that were to kill his own flesh and blood. There was always...
No! Dammit! Stop it Uchiha! You’re falling right back into that trap! He yelled
at himself, but those words fell on internal deaf ears. His lower half was
beginning to throb again. Sasuke’s body shook when he remembered a few nights
before, but the images continued to persist and he groaned, obviously
displeased at them. He didn’t want to remember the feeling of those cool
fingers leading him, and grazing his skin first – always first. He despised how
those padded fingertips curled his own, moving them in that pumping motion,
tightening their grip. He loathed how this all made his body react, as if to
desire more. The boy felt absolutely despicable, disgusting.
 
“Sasuke.”
 
The voice behind the door surprised him, causing him to jump, his back hitting
the wood of the door with a loud ‘thud’. Panic rushed through him as Sasuke
immediately stood up, turning around and trying not to look dishevelled. “Yes?”
He answered in a neutral tone. He was glad for the new outfit that was given to
him. At least it hid things that he didn’t want to be seen.
 
Kabuto let himself in and Sasuke took a step backwards as the medic-nin walked
into the room. A soft ‘click’ was heard behind him, and Sasuke knew that it was
the door’s lock activating and shifting into place. “Hello again Sasuke.” The
words escaped Kabuto’s lips in a rather poisonous way before he chuckled softly
and eerily.
 
Sasuke took another step back and was being led into the wall. There was no
fear running through Sasuke… perhaps the best suited description of what was
going through his body was…
 
Anticipation.
 
Inwardly, the Uchiha heir cringed. His body was craving to have those nimble
fingers on him again; it wanted to be relieved of the tension below his
waistband. Sasuke knew of no other way to deal with it… perhaps Kabuto was
planning on that. Raven hair shook at that thought, Kabuto really didn’t seem
like the perverse type; he seemed more cunning, heartless even. He knew the man
didn’t need anything, nor did Kabuto want his body. Sasuke didn’t know how, but
he knew, he knew that Kabuto didn’t come in here to relieve his own body – but
to help Sasuke. It all was a feeling he had.
 
And God, did he hope he was right.
 
“Is something…” Kabuto took another step forward, the raven conversely taking
one back, “distracting you Sasuke? Do you need any…” with this step, Sasuke’s
back hit the wall, “assistance Sasuke?”
 
The boy swallowed when he felt the cool stone against his back. His heart was
beating in a soft excitement. Just how did Kabuto know? His endless black eyes
met the emotionless ones of Kabuto’s, trying to decipher their message. It
suddenly dawned upon him that Kabuto – the medic-nin before him – could train
him, could strengthen him. He had yet another feeling of reassurance from the
man.
 
“…Yes.”
 
Kabuto’s shell broke again as a smirk appeared on his face, but Sasuke wasn’t
too sure of what the smirk meant, but only that the shell was broken. “How
shall it be done then, my little student?” Kabuto’s breath caressed Sasuke’s
neck, whispering over his skin.
 
A shudder involuntarily escaped Sasuke at the soft flutter of air. He didn’t
believe the words he breathed, even after he said it.
 
It all felt like a hazy dream.
 
“You, yourself… show me how it feels… to-”
Kabuto cut the boy off and whispered into the Uchiha’s ear, “To be touched by
another Sasuke? I thought you stated that you weren’t-”
 
“Sh-shut up!” It wasn’t embarrassment or shame that made the young teen’s words
hitch. It was irritation, impatience and some fury. “It’s despicable
otherwise…” He softly said, glancing off to the side.
 
Kabuto kept in his chuckle and moved a hand lower, “Is this,” The man squeezed
his hand to define, “what you want?”
 
Sasuke gasped, the intake of air morphing into a moan half-way through, “Yes.”
Taint surrounded the single affirmation with intimacy and wanton lust.
 
“Beg.”
 
A blink, then a scowl was Sasuke’s reaction, but another single squeeze caused
him to gasp, “Ah!” He uttered aloud, unable to hold it in. The hand begun to
massage him and he let out a low moan, “nnn… please…”
 
“What was that Sasuke?”
 
“Nnn! Please!” The boy squirmed, instinctively trying to increase the contact.
It felt so good. No, it felt far more than good. It drove him up that wall of
need; it pushed him up further and further. Movement of hands caused the loss
of contact, whines escaping the boy – still boy – but clothes were rearranged
and then, finally, skin touched skin. Another moan was bit back and the aspect
of another touching him was far from Sasuke’s mind, only the need of release,
of climbing that wall. His hips bucked against the hand and moans were released
at the friction. He felt his clothes being removed further and then pooling at
his feet.
“Hold still…”
 
The two words echoed into the unexpectedly hot air, and the shuffle of clothes
told of further movement from that of the medic. The gloved hands moved lower
down his body, grazing other parts then rising again. But, what replaced them
was even better.
 
His mouth.
 
Breath whispered along him and he felt a wet warmth encasing him – oh so
similar to his dream. This time however, the circumstances changed. He wanted
it, he needed it. A tongue moved, and fingers still, too. They only circled
around his entrance, but not penetrating. The teens own hands moved into the
silver hair, fisting it. “Ah! Oh!” Sounds escaped him, the eyes screwed shut.
It didn’t take long until the boy climaxed, not at all noticing as two slim
fingers entered and exited him.
 
The boy stood there, being help up by the same hands that violated (touched)
tainted(assisted), and finished (started) him. He looked around, hazy and
rather worn out, not spotting any, any sign except his pooled clothes and the
smell, that smell of his own musk filling the room. There was no drop of white
fluid in his room. He looked over, seeing the older male wiping his lips with
his cloth before his eyed closed, blocking out the rest of the world.
 
                                     .+++.
 
It didn’t take long. No, not long at all until a dependency began. It was
everything Sasuke hated, everything Kabuto loved. It was a silent pact almost,
Sasuke received a means to remove that constant hormonal (and even physical)
pull on his system, and he even received training from the medic-nin.
Meanwhile, Kabuto had what he always wanted, power. Perhaps some people thought
that Kabuto had the worst end of the deal. But, he just knew how exactly to
manipulate favours into his hand, especially when it was involving a particular
Uchiha brat. Strings were placed oh-so-carefully on the boy, wavering in
strength over time, weakening and strengthening. Kabuto could, on some days,
order Sasuke to do anything and the boy would obey. However, it could be just
the opposite on others. The man knew what days were what, and today, well it
was quite a disobedient one. He could see Sasuke struggling with himself,
rejecting any feeling, any needs that came up.
 
Denial.
 
Those days were the worst for both ends. Kabuto had a strong feeling however,
that the denial would never become truth.
 
Of course, Kabuto kept his distance from Sasuke whenever these moods came
about, and he simply remained in his lab. His schedule this time around was
different though, and he really loved how excellently Sasuke timed his
enclosure. When he got back, the boy would be completely at his mercy.
 
                                     .+++.
 
It was late at night when Sasuke approached him. He was lying in bed when he
heard the door open. “Yes Sasuke?”
 
He expected this.
 
The boy remained silent, knowing that the older nin knew of his late-night
arrival.
 
“I can’t.”
 
Sasuke glared, clenching his fists. “Why the fuck not?!”
 
“I have a week-long mission starting tomorrow. I need my sleep.”
 
“That’s even more reason…”
 
“How selfish of you Uchiha. You always know to prepare for the unexpected.
Where would you go if, perhaps something happened to me hmm?”
 
Kabuto could hear Sasuke’s fists tightening before he walked out of the room
and hesitating for a moment before slamming the door. The man chuckled before
going to sleep.
 
                                     .+++.
 
For the next week, Sasuke was moody and temperamental. He couldn’t believe
Kabuto’s nerve! But at the same time, he also blamed himself. He had no release
for three weeks now (not really feeling any need for the first two). And now,
his body was recoiling back on him, showing him signs with the throbs, and the
need, the need for contact. He was far too accustomed to Kabuto’s touch, his
hands, his mouth, and was sure that anybody else would not suffice. Not even
his own hands. There was fear building in the boy of that task, not only that
disgust and disgrace. He was afraid of what he would see(imagine) and what it
would mean. So, the day that Kabuto came back, he immediately stormed towards
the man’s lab.
 
“Kukuku… I suggest avoiding your little partner for the next couple of days
Sasuke.” Orochimaru chuckled, passing the boy.
 
Sasuke turned around and glared at the Sa-nin, his sharingan activating from
his frustration. He heard that long tongue slithering across lips before the
man was out of his sight. He wondered how long Orochimaru knew about their
little activities though… it had been quite a while now. And what did he mean
by that? Sasuke shook his head. That man was probably just trying to aggravate
him. Regardless, he continued to storm down the hallways and towards the lab.
 
When he reached the door, his fists clenched in frustration and impatience,
along with the anger that often accompanied those emotions. His normal, well-
mannered behaviours were lost in his flurry of emotions and the boy didn’t even
bother knocking as he barged into the room.
 
The door was unlocked.
 
The lack of safety or whatever caused the medic nin to lock his door caused a
slight halt in Sasuke’s footsteps. Then, he noticed the absence of the man he
was looking for. But, before he could dwell on that thought, a putrid, fetid,
overpowering smell hit him so hard that the boy had to cover his mouth to stop
from dry-heaving.
 
It was the smell of blood and flesh.
 
There was no way Sasuke could forget that smell, oh no way would he ever.
Somehow, without Sasuke noticing, the door behind him was closed and the lock
was shifted into place.
 
“Hnhnhn… You should have taken Orochimaru-sama’s advice Sasuke…”
 
Sasuke immediately looked up to see an unknown form with grey-silver hair on
the examining table blurring towards him. One arm was next to his right ear and
the other above him, silver hair innocently framing the peachy skin, though
eyes so, so dangerous pierced into him. Their bloodlust was so evident they
actually shone a shade of red in those grey eyes.
 
Insane laughter escaped the man before him.
 
“Fufu… really, really should have followed…. So idiotic, so… so…” Another fit
of that laughter occurred before the hand above Sasuke moved of cover that
face, glasses being placed over the eyes, hair being combed back. “Sasuke.”
 
The teen gulped as his name was uttered, taking in the man’s face again, only
to realize that it was Kabuto of all people. He thought of leaving, but looked
over to see those gloved hands again twisted his stomach and stirred his lower
half. You need him; you need those cool fingers, that release… His body told
him, both physically and mentally. He swallowed again, feeling those glassed
eyes following the developing lump in his throat. Still, Sasuke remained
silent, just watching that silver-haired man hovering over him.
 
“It’s about time for my turn, isn’t it Sasuke-kun…?”
 
That was when he noticed it. The man moved towards Sasuke, pressing his mature
body against the developing one. The boy felt the hard prod against his lower
stomach. His eyes widened slightly at the unexpectedness of it and felt lips
against his ear.
 
“Even I have sexual tension.”
 
Immediately, Sasuke’s arms went up to push Kabuto away from him, but many
factors stopped him. His own pooling tension, Kabuto’s gaze and body pressure,
and something else that he couldn’t quite place. Instead, he withdrew his arms
and let out a shaky breath.
 
“Why me?”
 
Afraid of the answer, the boy asked anyway. He didn’t know what the answer
would be and immediately regretted asking it.
“Why not?”
 
Sasuke’s weak glare looked straight into the medic’s eyes only to receive a low
chuckle.
“Hnhn… merely because you’re the nearest fuckable thing around.”
 
Sasuke interrupted the man by pushing against the man’s shoulders without any
response and tried again, harder, struggling, “Since when did I say you could—”
 
“Selfish again aren’t we Uchiha?”
 
Realization hit Sasuke hard. Just those simple words displayed how he
practically demanded Kabuto to touch him. How he never uttered any ‘thanks’,
never did something in return. His arms fell back again, “I… I could…”
 
“No.”
 
Sasuke looked up, aghast at the man’s almost demanding tone.
 
“That simply will not suffice. I’m not some adolescence in which something so
simple such as a blow would satisfy.”
 
The boy shuddered, feeling guilty and needy all at once. He closed his eyes,
breathing in deeply before opening his eyes to reveal an activated sharingan.
 
“Fine.”
 
Sasuke didn’t know what had more of an affect on him, the shame or tension.
But, nonetheless, the word was said, his fate decided. As soon as he finished
his one-worded sentence, clothing was rapidly removed – almost torn – their
bodies exposed. He was pushed against the wall, claw-like nails digging into
his flesh and drawing blood. He felt his body flushed with that need again,
that desire. Kabuto took him first against the wall relentlessly pounding in
and out, in and out again. It was animalistic, carnal. Then, again on the
table. That time, it was less hurried and more savouring. There was a gentle
side to it, even as the lust still ruled and dominated. That time was the one
that Sasuke recalled in better depth, and more feeling. (Even if there was
still that slight numbness from before) And that time, left him wanting for
more.
 
However there wouldn’t be another time.
 
A few days later, Orochimaru’s body began to rebel against him. Kabuto
continued to rush to their master’s aid, and the boy never could have another
moment alone with him. It enraged the boy. So much, that it caused him to turn
on the man who had trained him for the last two-and-a-half years. He drew out
his chakra, dispatching it towards the man. He drew out the man’s true form,
luring it around. No longer did he need to stay under his command. He was
stronger now, stronger than that snake!
 
                                     .+++.
 
Even after his victory, he couldn’t manage to talk to the man. He needed to
become accustomed to those unconscious wishes in his mind, and that snake’s
constant slithering in his ear. As he grew used to the feeling, he began to
gather up a team to destroy his brother. Yet… there was still something he had
to do. Before he had his brother’s blood coating his fingers, before he
destroyed that traitor.
 
He had to find Kabuto.
 
Of course, the tension built up, and he just couldn’t resort to those miniscule
matters of a simple touch anymore. He wanted to feel the pleasures of that
action yet again, of the feelings Kabuto made him feel that morning. As he
thought this, he heard Orochimaru’s laughter in the background.
 
“Kukuku… you don’t know what you’re dealing with… he’s just using you Sasuke.”
 
Sasuke felt that man’s malicious victory; he heard the snake’s thoughts that
Sasuke was finally getting his proper punishment. But, he just couldn’t
decipher what exactly was his punishment was.
 
                                     .+++.
 
When Sasuke finally found Kabuto, he approached the man, straying away from the
group and trying to tone out Orochimaru’s mocking laughter.
 
“Kabuto.”
 
“Sasuke.”
 
Kabuto knew that it was Sasuke, if it weren’t for the display of their master’s
pitiful loss, then it was the way Sasuke had referred to the older male. There
was that glance in his eyes, of wanting to climb that wall again.
 
“Not here.”
 
Sasuke gulped in anticipation as they trailed off, finding the hut the medic
was living in.
 
The man removed his cloak as he entered the hut. He glanced back and into
Sasuke’s eyes. He learned how to read those eyes long ago, and he knew what
Sasuke wanted.
 
“Not tonight.”
 
He watched in amusement as Sasuke reacted just the same as he rejected him
weeks ago, the week prior to the final tainting of the boy’s body.
 
“You! You just can’t!”
 
“But I can Sasuke, and I will.”
 
Then, the boy did something completely unexpected. A few steps in, it didn’t
seem like much, but there was something that even Kabuto didn’t – couldn’t –
read. He recognized the emotion, as he saw glimpses of it here and there, but
never knew what it was. This time, however, it was strongly carved into the
boy’s features.
 
“Please. I… I…”
 
The man raised an eyebrow but let the boy finish.
 
“L-love you.”
 
Kabuto couldn’t stop himself from the laughter that escaped him. It was
victorious, sadistic and malicious all at once. “I thought you said you weren’t
gay Sasuke.”
 
“I… don’t understand it myself. Please, please Kabuto.”
 
The laughter continued from the medic as he moved towards Sasuke, pinning him
to the wall, “Really Sasuke… I love how susceptible you are.”
 
Sasuke moved to push the arms away before holding his head, yelling aloud,
“SHUT UP!”
 
“You’re mine Sasuke, you always will be. I have you in the palm of my hand.
You’re my little puppet and I control the strings. You’ll never be free of me.”
 
“No! No!!”
 
“You’re mine and always will be.”
 
And Sasuke couldn’t deny that he was right.
End Notes
     I think this got removed from ff.net TBH. And the site it had been on
     is gone as well. And even though this is really dark, I'm proud of
     this work. It's 21 pages, and for seven years old the quality is
     pretty damn good (in my opinion anyway) so I decided to update.
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     unhealthy issues.
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