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Criminal	By : laurenloogie Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1431 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-massacre
- 2-ruthless
- 3-tsukiyomi
- 4-obvious
- 5-barracks
- 6-bind
- 7-luck
- 8-heat
- 9-break
- 10-grief
- 11-thin
- 12-creep
- 13-switch
- 14-rant
- 15-battles
- 16-capture
- 17-undisclosed
- 18-drugs
- 19-snake
- 20-infiltration
- 21-color
- 22-escape
- 23-used
- 24-possession
- 25-cold
- 26-trap
- 18
- 19
- 20
Warning - some weird crack pairings in here... and some rape. So now you know.

Orochimaru strolled through the cramped corridors of his lab, methodically checking on his experiments while he waited for the truth serum he'd given Deidara to take effect. Even when injected, it took the mixture of drugs about half an hour to set in - he'd tried making the process go faster by shooting the stuff straight into captives' veins but they had all died within the first five minutes. So injecting it into the muscle was the best bet, although it still sucked having to wait thirty minutes for a confession.
And he needed a confession, sorely! After discovering the bite mark on the blonde's neck, he couldn't pull his thoughts from the prospect of seeing Kisame again. The anticipation gave him a pang of mingled fear and excitement... the swordsman was one of the most formidable fighters he'd ever encountered but if he could be captured and imprisoned, the possibilities were endless...
First of all, he'd be a huge boon to the suiton research - his ability to manipulate water far surpassed any other suiton wielder he'd met before, including Suigetsu, whose strange genetic material was the main reason all his captives were turning into jelly. It was becoming a disappointing yet incontrovertable fact that the punk's ability to morph into liquid form couldn't be transferred. So there was no doubt that having Kisame's DNA at his disposal would greatly increase the success rate of his trials. Perhaps his captives would actually form gills!
Second of all, Orochimaru had somewhat of a crush on Kisame, although 'crush' wasn't really the correct word for the terrible, sadistic lust he felt toward the swordsman. He had no desire to take the bastard on a date and buy him flowers - he wanted to torture him, fuck him, dissect him until there was nothing left. So whatever you wanted to call that. More of a sick obsession than a crush.
The obsession had spawned about a decade ago, when Kisame had first joined the Akatsuki. He could still remember seeing the swordsman for the first time - hostile, freezing, soaked from head to toe. Like the ocean had chewed him up and spit him out. One of the many good things about transferring bodies every three years was that no matter how old he got, he always had a young, healthy brain that held onto information much better than his original would by now. So memories didn't fade, they remained as clear and detailed as photographs. Sometimes he loathed this ability, recalling terrible things from his past that he wished he could just... delete. But his memories of meeting Kisame were amongst his favorites. Since he had half an hour to kill, he allowed his mind to drift off a bit and relive that long-ago occurrence. As the thoughts began to envelope him, he could feel the damp chill of the coastal winter on his skin, smell the salt in the air.
* * *
"This is bullshit," Kakuzu growled, shivering. "Why's this asshole so important that we have to wait for him in this miserable podunk?" The man's breath was fogging in the chill air, even through his mask.
"He's supposed to be a strong fighter," Orochimaru repeated for the millionth time, briskly rubbing his arms through his Akatsuki robe. "So perhaps it'll be worth being cold for a few minutes." He glanced over at Kakuzu to find that the man was looking away, already ignoring him. The stitched-up fucker was nearly forty years his senior and thus regarded everything that came out of his mouth as no more than childish jibberish. The lack of respect was maddening! He'd never been treated so callously by anyone before; the bastard viewed his progress in scientific research as nothing but a 'vain waste of time' and his ability to transfer bodies as a 'revolting technique that never should have been discovered.' Bullshit! Utter bullshit! And as for the lofty title of 'sannin'? It's just a title, Kakuzu had grumbled. Like all titles, it means absolutely nothing. Following that logic, *you* are nothing.
So that's how life as an Akatsuki member had been treating him. He'd joined the organization to give himself a bit of security after fleeing Konoha, since he'd gotten sick of constantly being on the run. After a few years of hiding from every shinobi in the Five Great Nations, he'd felt more like a hunted animal than a genius who'd achieved immortality. When Pain had approached him, he'd eagerly taken the bargain - protection from the law in return for his aid in the Akatsuki's goals. It had sounded like a sweet deal at the time but since then, he was beginning to reconsider. Kakuzu was the only other significant member so they were often paired up for risky missions. And every time, he had to deal with the man's ludicrous lack of respect - after all the verbal abuse, his ego felt like a trampled pile of dogshit. The fact that they occasionally had casual sex (and Kakuzu always wound up being on top) only amplified the sannin's shame.
But no matter. This Akatsuki nonsense was just a stepping stone. And hopefully, this new recruit would bring him some relief from Kakuzu's constant abuse. The guy was young, only twenty years old, so he'd likely give Orochimaru the fear and respect he deserved.
With all this in mind, the sannin sat himself down on the pier and squinted his eyes, beside himself with a desperate anticipation. He and Kakuzu had been instructed to wait for the recruit here, in a tiny coastal town in the Land of Waves. The kid had apparently been promptly inducted into the Akatsuki after slaughtering his superior in Kiri and stealing the Great Blade Samehada right off his back. How this correlated to becoming an Akatsuki member was a mystery but nonetheless, he was currently crossing the ocean from the Land of Water and potentially had all of Kirigakure heatedly chasing him for his crime. Crossing this channel in the dead of winter seemed like an impossible task in itself but Pain had dismissed the factor, as if sailing over a turbulent sea while being pelted by freezing rain was an everyday occurrence.
Orochimaru knew for a fact that very few shinobi could sail at all, let alone in these conditions. Apparently, this kid was an exception to the rules. Then again, he thought, what kind of shinobi could boast being from the Land of Water if they couldn't manage a ship? He'd been holding onto this justification ever since arriving here, repeating it in his mind despite the violent crests of the waves and the blinding mist.
Neither Orochimaru nor Kakuzu knew exactly what to expect but they were prepared for the worst. One boat followed by an armada of angry Kiri shinobi, perhaps? Needless to say, they were both shocked when the recruit appeared through the wisps of icy mist not from the docking point but from behind them, walking up the pier from the shoreline. The punk was shirtless, he was soaked from head to toe, and he was so hypothermic he was actually blue. The infamous Great Blade was strapped to his back, verifying the vague description they'd received.
Kakuzu narrowed his eyes, immediately suspicious. "Where's your boat?" he demanded, assuming a defensive stance.
The kid didn't gratify the question with a response. "You guys are the Akatsuki members, I'm assuming?" he asked instead as he warily stepped a little closer. "Or are you just two assholes who like wearing gay robes?" As his form cleared through the mist, Orochimaru realized that whether or not the punk was hypothermic, his skin was naturally blue, as was his hair. And were those gills?
Kakuzu's hand shot out from under his robe and grabbed the recruit's neck, his threadlike tentacles pulsing. "Answer my question," he grated, "Or I'll snap your neck!"
The kid winced but didn't struggle. "It doesn't matter how I got here," he rasped. "I wasn't followed. That should be enough." His strange eyes focused on the ocean, looking almost mournful.
Kakuzu held his grip for another minute or so before finally retracting his hand. "Then what, did you swim here?" he muttered. Judging by his tone of voice, the question was more incredulous than sarcastic.
Once again the kid didn't respond. He merely shivered and kept his gaze on the ocean, as if he could see all the way across it to his homeland.
"Either way, you must be freezing," Orochimaru said, breaking the silence. "We rented an inn so let's save the introductions until we get inside."
"I rented an inn," Kakuzu grumbled sourly. But when Orochimaru began to leave the dock, he grudgingly followed. The new recruit spent another moment looking out to sea before finally turning and trailing behind.
The inn was a shoddy two-story building with a roof primitively constructed of bamboo and straw. Like every other structure in the small fishing village, it spoke of hard times and destitution. Inside wasn't much better - it was dimly lit by oil lamps and smelled distinctly like seaweed - but at least it was warm. Growing up in the prosperous, technologically advanced village of Konoha, Orochimaru found little places like this to be oddly quaint.
Once all three men were inside, Kakuzu promptly strode to the small bar the innkeeper managed and ordered rounds of warm sake. The demand was rather redundant, as warm, locally fermented sake was the only thing the guy served. Orochimaru wasn't a big fan of alcohol but when the weather was this cold and wretched, drinking anything that warmed him up was a plus. The last to take a seat at the bar was the new recruit, who looked listless and utterly miserable.
"About those introductions-" Orochimaru started.
"I know who both of you are," the kid growled, cutting him off. He looked up from his cup of sake and ran his dark, predatory eyes over the sannin. "You're Orochimaru," he stated bluntly. "I know you from my bingo book. And you..." his gaze drifted over to Kakuzu, who had removed his mask so he could drink. "Your name's Kakuzu, am I right? I've seen you hanging around Kirigakure, gambling. You screwed Fuguki out of a ton of money once."
Kakuzu snorted. "At least I didn't kill him," he replied. After downing his cup of sake, he narrowed his eyes and scowled. "Fuguki wouldn't stop talking about you," he said. "It was 'Kisame' this and 'Kisame' that. You were his protege! And this," he gestured at the gigantic blade, "is how you repay him?"
Demon Shark? Orochimaru wondered incredulously. And Pufferfish Demon? What kind of ridiculous names are those?! And the fact that Kakuzu had been withholding information about the recruit was absolutely maddening. His thoughts dissipated when he heard something shatter; he looked over to find Kisame's ceramic cup of sake crushed to powder in his clenched fist.
"You don't know anything about either of us," the swordsman snarled, baring a set of sharp teeth... they looked as though they could cut through flesh like a knife through butter. "One more word about it and I'll kill you, too!"
Orochimaru tensed, tasting adrenaline in the back of his throat. Kakuzu always knows exactly what to say to get under people's skin, he seethed. And judging by the snide grin that was sliding over the fucker's lips, he was planning to push Kisame over the edge.
"I know more than you think," Kakuzu growled, right on queue. "I know he used to pay you for-"
Kisame's fist connected with the older man's face so quickly it was as if the punch was never even thrown. Without time to brace himself, Kakuzu went flying off his barstool and crashed up against the far wall, cracking the wooden planks with the impact. Orochimaru was surprised the whole building didn't collapse like a pile of toothpicks. The dust hadn't even settled before Kisame pounced on the man and unceremoniously proceeded to beat the living shit out of him. Whether or not Kakuzu had found the time to harden his body with his earth-style jutsu was a mystery - all Orochimaru could see was the swordsman's blue fist, spattered with blood as it repeatedly descended on the man's face.
The brain wasn't a vital point many shinobi aimed for when going in for the kill... but Kisame appeared to be intent on shattering Kakuzu's skull until there was nothing left but bloody pulp smashed into the floorboards. It was darkly amusing that even five hearts were worthless in this scenario. As satisfying as it would be to watch this all happen, Orochimaru decided to be a 'comrade' and break up the fight. Without getting up from his stool, he stretched out his neck and bit the swordsman right in the jugular, doping him up with enough paralyzing venom to stop him in mid-swing.
"Not... one more... word..." Kisame slurred. And then he was unconscious, collapsing onto the ground next to a stunned and thoroughly disgruntled Kakuzu. The older man briskly rose to his feet as though nothing had happened but staggered a little and ended up leaning against the wall for support. He was bleeding profusely - it was pouring from his mouth and leaking from his eye sockets like tears.
"You're so immortal," Orochimaru mused, his heart still beating quickly from the ruckus. "Looks like you might need some more stitches."
Kakuzu growled a curse and spat a mouthful of blood right onto Kisame's face. "I used my earth style," he rasped, "but he still made me bleed!" He narrowed his eyes and kicked the swordsman in the gut with considerable force. The kid coughed up some blood but remained unconscious. "Fuckin' whore," Kakuzu seethed, drawing back his foot for another blow. He stopped in mid-kick when Samehada suddenly burst from its bindings in a frenzy of teeth and slate blue spikes, shimmying itself between Kisame and the older man. It looked like a sentient cactus.
Kakuzu grinned and let out an ironic snort of laughter, carefully withdrawing his foot. "So that's what Samehada looks like," he growled. "I had no idea the thing was alive. Fuguki never told me shit!"
"Apparently he told you something," Orochimaru pried, staring down at both man and beast with peaked curiosity. "Fuguki used to pay him for..." He let the sentence trail off, hoping Kakuzu would finish it.
"Sex," Kakuzu muttered after a pause. "So now amongst our ranks is an official prostitute."
Orochimaru laughed genuinely. "Seriously?" he asked.
Kakuzu shrugged apathetically. "Like he said, I don't know much about either of them," he stated. "All I know is that apparently, he's amazing in the sack. And it's weird..." he paused to carefully nudge Kisame in the mouth with the toe of his sandal before Samehada could stop him, "...but Fuguki told me he gives great head. With those teeth, I'd imagine it would be like sticking your cock in a bear trap!"
The sannin laughed again, a little thrill running down his spine as he briefly imagined those full, blue lips wrapped around something phallic. Kisame was definitely a strange-looking kid but his abnormal features were exotic rather than freakish. It wasn't difficult at all to picture someone paying to abuse that taut, lithe body. "He was probably taught not to drag his teeth," he murmured, almost to himself.
Kakuzu clicked his tongue, clearly becoming annoyed with the topic. "Yah, whatever," he growled. "Half the boys in Kirigakure fuck for money. It's been that way for decades! Prostitution, drugs and gambling proliferate in miserable towns... and Kiri's as miserable as they come." He glanced over to the bar and called out for another round of sake but the bartender didn't respond. Upon closer inspection, the two discovered that the poor bastard had escaped through a back door, most likely when the fight had first started. Like many other podunks, this village considered passing shinobi to be both a blessing and a curse - the money they brought in helped fuel the economy yet the damage they inflicted often outweighed the financial gain. All in all, it was safe to say that most of the villagers in this town were currently huddled in their cellars, fearing for their lives.
"Fuckin' pussy," Kakuzu snarled, grabbing a crisp, white bar towel and wiping his bloody face with it. "I guess drinks are on the house." He reached over the bar and grabbed a bottle of sake, taking a slam before offering it to Orochimaru. The sannin accepted it reluctantly and took a small sip before setting it down and returning his attentions to Kisame. The poor kid had curled instinctively into a fetal position and Samehada was whining mournfully, lapping his face with concern. Orochimaru had heard bits and pieces about the blade, mostly that it 'chose' its master. It was now evident that Kisame hadn't merely stolen the weapon - perhaps Samehada had even participated in the murder, turning against Fuguki in favor of his beloved protege. A sentient weapon obviously has its pros and cons, the sannin mused, but it doesn't look like it's about to betray Kisame anytime soon.
His thoughts dispersed when Kakuzu shot out his arm and grabbed the kid roughly by the hair. "I'm taking this bitch up to his suite," he growled. "I'm sick of looking at him." He then proceeded to drag Kisame across the floor and up the rickety stairway, letting his head bang violently against each step. Samehada shrieked furiously and clamped its jaws onto the man's wrist but the attack had no effect against his earth-style defense. When he reached Orochimaru's door, he opened it up and furiously slung Kisame inside. He had to slam Samehada against the floor a few times to get it to release its jaws. When he finally wrenched free of its grip, he retracted his arm and briskly closed the door before it could attack again.
"You moron," Orochimaru hissed. "That's my room!"
"No, it's my room," Kakuzu growled, inspecting his arm for bite marks. "I'm the one who put up the money. And you know I don't like to squander my cash, so you're gonna have to share it." He ran his eyes over the sannin and grinned crookedly. "Unless you wanna share a bed with me tonight," he bluntly proposed.
Orochimaru rolled his eyes, humiliated. This was one of those cases where he wished he looked his age; his youthful body was the only damn reason Kakuzu wanted to fuck him. I've achieved immortality, he seethed, and this is what I get! The older man was definitely a good lay - he had a monstrous cock and a chiseled body - but his violent, sadistic nature in the sack always left the sannin feeling wretched and insignificant. "No thanks," he finally muttered, placing his hand on the doorhandle to his room. "I've suffered enough abuse from you today!"
Kakuzu's hungry grin turned into a scowl. Orochimaru had never turned him down before and it was clear he was furious. "Fuckin' prude," he snarled. He stepped behind the sannin and roughly grabbed him by the hip, pressing their bodies together back to chest. Orochimaru tensed and bit back a sigh - he could feel the bulge of the taller man's cock against his ass, enormous even though it was only half-hard. When Kakuzu ground his hips slightly, the sannin shivered despite himself and tightened his grip on the doorhandle.
"Damnit," he hissed, his face hot. "Knock it off!" His breath hitched in his throat when Kakuzu's hand slid over to his groin and grabbed his cock through his pants.
"You're already hard," the older man growled in his ear. "You must like the abuse." He ground against the sannin again, harder this time.
"I told you," Orochimaru grated, "knock it off!" Before his willpower shattered, he derisively turned the doorhandle and pushed open the door, wrenching himself from Kakuzu's grip. The older man growled in frustration but remained in the hallway. Sadistic as he was, he wasn't the type to force himself on anyone.
"You're kidding me," he snarled, crossing his arms.
"No, I'm not," the sannin muttered. He slammed the door between them, leaving the man seething alone in the hallway. Flustered beyond belief and terribly humiliated, it took a minute for his head to stop spinning. That bastard, he thought to himself, he almost got me to fuck him! He felt between his legs and sure enough, he was fully erect. For crying out loud, he brooded, embarrassed. His goal of achieving ultimate knowledge seemed ridiculous and out of reach when something so base as lust could overpower him.
A ferocious growl snapped him out of his introspect; he focused on the room to find Samehada laying defensively over Kisame's chest, bristling with anger. His interaction with Kakuzu had flustered him so much that he'd completely forgotten these two were in here. Cautiously, he took a few steps forward. Kisame was sprawled out on his back, shivering fitfully and bleeding from a wound on his head, no doubt from being roughly hauled up the stairs. His breath was coming in shallow gasps and his lips were a slightly darker shade of blue. Guess he really does have hypothermia, Orochimaru realized. Must not have set in until I paralyzed him. Adrenaline was an amazing thing - it could make a person's body keep functioning even in the direst of circumstances. Luckily, the hypothermia didn't seem too severe... the fact that Kisame was shivering verified that his body wasn't shutting down yet. He probably would have recovered already had it not been for the venom; while it wasn't exactly warm in this room, it wasn't freezing either.
I need to give him the antidote, Orochimaru told himself. He warily kept his eyes on Samehada as he walked over to his traveling bag and opened it up. He always kept some antivenom handy, just incase something like this happened. The serum was neatly dosed into syringes, making them easy to administer. Unfortunately, Samehada was likely going to pose a problem. Not wanting to test the theory, he quickly subdued the beast with an immobilizing seal and dragged it off its master. Despite its threatening appearance, the poor thing was too stupid to put up much of a fight - it whined feebly and strained futily against the tattoo-like markings.
With Samehada out of the way, administering the antivenom was a breeze. When he sunk the needle into Kisame's shoulder and pushed in the liquid, the swordsman growled softly but didn't struggle. It took about twenty minutes for the antidote to fully take effect so Orochimaru decided to use the time to inspect the wound on the kid's head. If it was bad enough, it could result in a concussion. He carefully removed the Kiri headband, using it to wipe off the blood Kakuzu had spat onto his face before setting it aside. When he ran his fingers through Kisame's hair, searching for the wound, he noted with some interest that his ears were normal-looking. For some reason, he'd been thinking they'd be pointy.
Here it is, he thought as his fingers found a wet spot at the base of Kisame's skull. The boy's thick hair was matted with blood, sticking to the wound. But I need to get a better look, he told himself. Carefully, he slid his hands under Kisame's back and rolled him onto his side, eliciting another soft growl. The swordsman's skin was cool and surprisingly smooth, like polished marble. Orochimaru felt a thrill run down his spine from the contact - he couldn't help but let his fingers wander a little, running curiously over the man's chest and stomach. Damn, he's strong, the sannin marveled. Kisame's abs were like a washboard, the muscles hard as steel beneath the skin. The wasn't an ounce of fat on him, either. Well, maybe just an ounce, he mused. He slid his hand over to the round curve of the boy's ass and gave it a quick squeeze. "Fuck, that's nice," he breathed aloud, the blood rushing to his groin.
All of the sudden, he couldn't care less about Kisame's head wound. He was still horny from his interaction from Kakuzu and after feeling that perfect, firm ass, his cock was uncomfortably hard, making a tent out of his pants. I have twenty minutes before he wakes up, he told himself. That's enough time to fuck him. Raping someone in their sleep was a creepy, insidious act but it definitely wouldn't be the worst thing Orochimaru had ever done. He stole people's bodies and wore them around like suits! So it wasn't hard to justify abusing Kisame's body for a few minutes. He quickly rose to his feet and locked the door, shedding his cloak and shirt in the process. When he crouched back down next to the swordsman, he grinned hotly and grazed his fingers over the boy's cold lips. "I just need a few minutes of your time," he said softly. He leaned over and covered Kisame's mouth with his own, slipping in his tongue a little before pulling away. The kid's mouth was delicious and inviting; it was hard not to linger there but time was of the essence.
He rolled Kisame onto his back and roughly tugged off his pants, only stripping off one pant leg completely. He left the sandals and Kiri-issue leg warmers on, afraid that it would take too long to redress him. But this was good enough. The swordsman had a gorgeous body, ridiculously so. Long, slender legs, a big cock, and a perfect, neat triangle of blue pubic hair that matched the hair on his head. Other than that, he was completely hairless - there wasn't even peach fuzz on his arms and legs. He naturally has a swimmer's body, Orochimaru marveled. Amazing! He leaned over and ran his tongue over the smooth skin, trailing down his muscular abdomen. The taut flesh tasted vaguely of sea water, making the sannin wonder if the kid really had swam across the channel. When he reached Kisame's limp cock, he took the head in his mouth and sucked it a little. It stiffened slightly from his attentions and a slurred, muttered curse met his ears. He looked up to find a pretty, violet blush coloring the kid's gill-patterned cheeks.
I guess his numbness is beginning to recede, Orochimaru realized. I have to be quick! He hurriedly unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his hard cock, spitting on it to get it wet. His head was spinning with anticipation as he slung one of Kisame's legs over his shoulder and grabbed his slender hips to hold him in position. The sight of such an exotic, lethally built body sprawled helplessly beneath him was almost too horny to bear - he could already feel himself becoming dangerously close to orgasm, just from the thought of what he was about to do. Beside himself with lust, he pressed the head of his dick against the boy's tight little asshole and pushed until it slipped in. As he eased in the length, Kisame groaned another curse and squirmed deliciously, the blush deepening on his cheeks. Once it was in to the hilt, both men were breathing quickly, Orochimaru from the feel of the slick passage squeezing his dick, Kisame from a combination of pain and hypothermia.
When having consensual sex, Orochimaru considered himself to be a sensitive and respectful lover. Whether it was a woman or a man, he was always attentive to their needs, making sure they weren't in pain and bringing them to orgasm before he came. But this wasn't consensual, so he felt no need to be respectful, at all. He furiously began to slam in his cock, making the swordsman gasp raggedly and wince with each thrust. No point in being nice about it, he justified, biting his lip. I'll just give him a painkiller before he wakes up! It was funny... the older he got, the easier it became to justify doing terrible things. Perhaps he'd eventually reach the point where his empathy was so atrophied that it stopped functioning entirely. In the meantime, he'd have to make due with inward excuses, as if he was conning the part of him that was still human into committing heinous crimes, bribing himself with his own sly tongue.
Needless to say, he was surprised when he noticed that Kisame's cock had become fully erect, the tip glistening with precum. Even more shocking was that he was grinding his hips ever so slightly in rhythm with the sannin's thrusts, as if urging him to penetrate even deeper. The movements had a practiced, fluid ease that suggested he'd been sprawled in this position many times before. I guess he really is a whore, Orochimaru mused as he eagerly complied with the kid's subconscious demands, jabbing his cock in as far as it would go with each thrust. If he woke up, would he kick my ass or ask me for a fee?
Luckily, he didn't have to find out. When he grabbed Kisame's shaft and started jerking it off, the kid moaned and orgasmed almost instantly, coating his own stomach with cum. Orochimaru followed seconds later, pulling out right before his climax and spilling his seed on Kisame's thigh. While he was confident he'd be able to dull the swordsman's pain with opiates, he didn't want to end up having to explain to the kid why there was cum in his ass.
Once his head finally stopped spinning from the orgasm, he briskly rose to his feet and grabbed a towel from the bathroom, using it to wipe up all the evidence. He then wrestled Kisame's pants back on and injected him with a shot of morphine. (Like the antivenom, he kept it around 'just incase.') All of this was done just in time, as mere seconds later, the swordsman's eyes fluttered open and began to dart wildly around the room. The poor bastard looked as though he'd just awoken from a nightmare. Orochimaru snapped up a stray button on his pants right before that panick-stricken gaze focused on him.
"Where the fuck am I?" Kisame rasped, his voice slurred and weak. He tried to get up but his muscles buckled half-way through and he went crashing back to the floor.
"Calm down," Orochimaru hissed. "The poison hasn't worn off yet."
"What?" the swordsman muttered deliriously, struggling to a sitting position. "Wait... where the fuck am I?" It was obvious he was too doped up from the lingering venom and the morphine to get his bearings. Rather than bother explaining, Orochimaru merely sighed and released the seal on Samehada, passively watching it scoot up to its master's side and lick his face with concern. Maybe the weapon would calm him down... or something.
"Samehada," Kisame slurred, confused. "What are you doing? Where's Fuguki?" Upon uttering his superior's name, his wild eyes suddenly went blank. For a minute or so, he stared vacantly at nothing in particular, his already ragged breathing quickening to hyperventilation. Samehada whined, confused. The beast had likely already forgotten about its previous owner's demise.
"Yah, you killed him," Orochimaru muttered, annoyed. "Get over it."
Kisame listlessly turned his head toward the sannin, following his voice, but his eyes were still completely blank, like two little voids. An involuntary chill ran down Orochimaru's spine upon meeting that gaze, which saw nothing yet revealed everything: a devastating regret, an unspeakable sorrow. As if a piece of his soul had been violently ripped away.
"Damnit," the sannin growled, diverting his eyes. "Quit staring at me." He'd seen looks like this before in the eyes of shinobi who'd lost someone dear to them. But as many times as he'd seen it, he still wasn't used to it... and the horrible vacancy of Kisame's gaze chilled him to the core.
Finally, the swordsman's hyperventilation got the better of him and he collapsed to the floor, his harrowing eyes drifting shut. Orochimaru sighed with relief, glad the awful moment was over. He grabbed a blanket off the bed and slung it over the kid (and a bristling, worried Samehada) to warm him up, although he was fairly certain he'd fucked the hypothermia right out of him.
Poor bastard, he mused. He's traumatized as hell right now and what does he get? A dose of venom and a cock up his ass! But I suppose there couldn't be a more suitable welcome into the Akatsuki. In fact, that should be our slogan for new recruits: 'Thanks for joining! Now you're completely fucked!'
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When the memory finally faded, Orochimaru found himself on the opposite end of his lab, near his private quarters. He had a tendency to wander around when deep in thought, letting himself get lost both mentally and physically. The recollection left him feeling a strange mixture of lust and sentimentality. Even though his relationship with Kakuzu had been frustrating, at least it had been... real. That was the only word he could think of to describe it. And as for Kisame? The poor swordsman had been incapacitated by grief for nearly a week, slipping in and out of consciousness and refusing to eat until Orochimaru had been forced to sedate him and shove food pills down his throat. He'd recovered, eventually. And even through his delereum, he never divulged a single word about his relationship with Fuguki. The man was a mystery in so many ways. It was possible he'd even known about the rape, because the next time Orochimaru asked him for 'a minute of his time,' Kisame had beaten the living shit out of him. Forbidden jutsu be damned when a fucker whose strength exceeded Tsunade's was breaking every bone in your body.
And now there was a chance he'd get to see the man again! A small part of him didn't even want to harm Kisame - it wanted to offer him some sake and ask him how life had been treating him. But the rest of him wanted violent, horrible things - a reenactment of that long-ago rape but far more sadistic. We're no longer comrades, he told himself. If I capture him, there won't be anything holding me back!
He shook his head, mildly disgusted with himself. He wouldn't be able to capture Kisame at all with these thoughts running through his mind. I should masturbate or something, he told himself. I need my head to be level. But as soon as the idea occurred, it was replaced with an even better one. Deidara was currently locked up in a holding cell, cuffed to the wall and utterly helpless. Plus, the truth serum was probably just setting in. He'd be killing two birds with one stone! I'll rape him and get a confession out of him, he decided. And I know just how to achieve both.

*AUTHOR'S NOTE* Sup, crack pairings?
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