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#here is a plea from my heart to you ( v ; dokuhebi )
raichoose-moved · 3 years
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@dokuhebi​
Much like their most recent battle with Hiruzen, the weather seemed to be taking a turn for the worst. Slatted gable roofs are almost impossible to see with how thick the mist in the area hangs, streetlights and lanterns looking like eyes as they appear to float distantly, their tethers eaten by the same cloud. The stone tiled bridges that usually overlook beautiful bodies of rivers flowing throughout the village now eerily detached, the drop below the bridge could very well be interminable air, for all visibility revealed.  But for once, it is not the cold alone that is the serpents biggest problem. Against their doctors orders, they had left their chambers, the safety of their hideout, and entered the shinobi world once again. Far from being anything near recovered, their arms, bandaged from each slender finger to the narrow shoulders, hidden beneath a long kimono sleeve. Lifeless, decaying, agonized. They had thought they could push through the pain. They had thought they could try and be productive despite the restraints Hiruzen left them in his death. They had never been quite so wrong.  “I won’t make it much further now. We will stop here for the remainder of the night,” the serpent says, golden eyes cast downward from the bridge they are seated on, sheltered only by the weeping branches of a willow, tucked away behind the arched leaves and trunk. Their hand, mostly limp from the deterioration, rests in Kabuto’s. Letting him carefully unwind the bandage to inspect the damage. Already, blood seeps through in murky red, fabric which had been changed not too long ago due for another rewrap.  They wince every time the material shifts on their decaying skin, almost pulling away from him several times. If he had been any other medic, he may have been pushed in to the waters below, left to drown in the Sannin’s pain stricken temper. But he isn’t just any medic. He is a dear and trusted one, a friend - if they dare call anyone by such a title. Kabuto is barely done ridding one arm of bandages when the serpent calls for him to halt, a sharp hiss and the instinctive tug away as they retract their hand from his. The pain even too much for someone as resilient, and stubborn, as them.  Golden eyes finally look back to the man then, but despite their vulnerability, there is no lacking confidence in their gaze. There is no sense of self pity, no sense of being an injured animal sent running to lick its wounds, no sense of seeking reprieve from their current fate.  “The fact you have remained at my side, I am to assume you have full faith I will recover from this.”
“I told you so, didn’t I?” Kabuto quips, knowing very well he’s the only person who can do so and get away with it. “You’re recovering from something serious, My Lord. You mustn’t force yourself to run around.”
He carefully undoes the bandages as he speaks, frowning at the sight of Orochimaru’s arms. The Third Hokage’s Jutsu was clearly a devastating one, and he can only hope the rot doesn’t spread like some especially insidious cancer. Kabuto hopes he can re-bandage them quickly - he’s certain the cold air stings against their decaying skin - but, as he ought to have foreseen, Orochimaru soon withdraws from the pain. 
“I won’t lie to you: I don’t know when you’ll recover. I don’t even know if you’ll recover. I can only wait and see if I make a breakthrough, or, perhaps, if your next transfer undoes the damage he caused.” It’s honesty, raw and painful honesty - but his Sannin is the one person who truly deserves to hear truth from Kabuto’s lips, and anyway, they’re his friend, if he dares call anyone by such a title. And don’t friends tell one another the reality of a situation, even if it’s not what the other wants to hear?
But, he’s not stopping there, and in a bold move, he reaches out, caresses their cheek. He masks the action as being misaimed, with how he then moves down to find the pulse point of their neck -
As if he’s a doctor doing an examination, and not a young man whose near loss of someone so important to him didn’t prompt a realization in his heart. 
I’m here because I … To me, you’re …
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“ - Is that why you think I’m here? Because I know I’ll still have a job, when this is over? Or, more accurately … Do you think so little of me as to believe I’d run off the moment you might be struck by an ailment I can’t treat? I’m not some kind of lying yes-man who abandons his superiors when they suffer a loss. I told you I couldn’t fully heal this, and yet I remain, trying to ease your pain and trying to see if there’s something else I can do to save you.”
Kabuto extends his hand, an offer to remove the bandages from their other arm. 
“My presence isn’t to be taken as some sort of commentary on you. I’m here because I want to be, whatever that may be worth. I might not be as strong as you, but my loyalty is still to you, not to your status. I’ll be by your side, Orochimaru-sama, either through eternity or to the very end, and beyond even that. No matter what may happen to you, to the Sound … You’ll always have me.“
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raichoose-moved · 3 years
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@dokuhebi - Cont. ~ X
Their fanged smile, the way they approach to take his hand, how they effortlessly topple him right over, how they kiss him, and of course how they shift to hold him close at their side -
All of it serves to make Kabuto’s heart skip a beat.
With cheeks dusted pink, he wraps his arms around them, their answer being even better than a mere yes. For Orochimaru telling him not to be silly has implied that to fear or even ponder a rejection is what’s silly - that they wouldn’t deny him this, something so softly intimate, so indicative of mutual trust and affection.
But, now that he’s gotten what he’s hoped for -
It’s something they said earlier, however close in time their thoughts were expressed overall, that have him thinking.
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“ … A thousand deaths.”
Kabuto is grateful that Orochimaru is pressed so close, allowing him to hide his face in the crook of their neck - a simple action, perhaps, but one that only punctuates the genuineness of the following words.
“I would face a thousand deaths, and then a thousand more, and so on, and so forth - from all the armies in the world, even. I would face all of that before I could bear to be rejected by you.”
Hesitantly, he peeks up at them.
“Because, you’re right - I’m not afraid of a blade. The truth is, I … I don’t want to be apart from you, physically, emotionally. And of all the things I could fear, the one that frightens me most is - It’s that you might reject me, one day, in any capacity. That you might not want me the way I want you, that you might one day ... not need me anymore.”
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raichoose-moved · 3 years
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parent and child picrew!
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Just a concept for Kabuto and @dokuhebi’s Orochimaru’s daughter, Nono! I picture her looking a lot like Oro, but with Kabu’s fluffy hair and vision.
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raichoose-moved · 3 years
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@dokuhebi​ plotted!
The illness started slowly, spreading through the serpents of Ryuchi Cave. It was the small ones first, of course - a baby cottonmouth growing violent and ill; a ball python tightening with sudden ferocity around his summoner’s throat; a rattlesnake lashing out at her handler with venom-tipped fangs, seemingly out of the blue.
Miki had told Kabuto of it before anyone else had, how she sensed something was wrong, how she didn’t like being in her home anymore. Ryo, one of the colossal serpents, seemed more volatile than usual; Akira, another, stayed buried far underground and wouldn’t come up to talk to her, to anyone. 
He should have expected to be approached by Konoha’s elites when the situation worsened, when some unfortunate Kunoichi summoned her partner and met a grisly end, at the fangs of a viper that was known to be gentle. He should have expected the quest for a cure for this odd rage-inducing illness to fall on his shoulders, for he was a medic, he was a Serpent Sage - as Naruto put it, Kabuto was one of two people who could solve this crisis.
Kabuto sighs as he mentally reviews these facts, walking towards Ryuchi, a nervous Miki draped around his shoulders so she may guide him to the snakes she knows to be infected, wondering just who he’s supposed to be rendezvousing with anyway, and why Urushi seemed so hesitant to let him go alone in the first place -
And then, he spies a face he’d recognize anywhere.
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“Orochimaru?” He hates the way he sounds surprised, as if anyone but the Sannin would have been selected as his partner in this endeavor.
Wish I was given a heads up.
“ ... Pardon me. It’s - been a long time, hasn’t it?" A pause. “This is Miki. Miki, Orochimaru. I’m assuming - Naruto? - told you about as much as he told me. You wouldn’t happen to have a theory, would you?”
Jumping right into business would make the decade-long gap between their last meeting easier to handle.
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raichoose-moved · 3 years
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SEND ME ♡ + A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU… - Accepting 
@dokuhebi​​ asked: ♡ + KabuOro!
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Who is the most affectionate? Kabuto is a massive cuddlebug the very moment he realizes Orochimaru reciprocates his feelings, but honestly, these two are extremely affectionate with each other. Cuddling, kissing, spooning, Kabuto carrying Orochimaru around, Orochimaru sitting in Kabuto’s lap, and everything in between! 
Who initiates the handholding? Either could, though Orochimaru is more likely to go for a hand or arm hold, as Kabuto usually opts to pick them up and carry them bridal style. They always seem to latch onto each other, though - 
Who worries more for the other? It depends. Kabuto is generally a worrier with his loved ones and he’s very much concerned for Orochimaru’s well-being at all times, but post-war in particular, Orochimaru has a lot of reasons to worry about Kabuto’s mental health and wellness, too 
Who is more likely to ask for help? Kabuto 
Who is the one always losing the keys? Neither
Who leaves little love notes for the other? This is such a Kabuto thing to do ;; 
Who can’t sleep unless the other is there? Having the other there is a prerequisite for sleeping at this point. Kabuto is generally more likely to sleep through a night than Orochimaru is, but he’s also a very light sleeper and would notice if they were gone or weren’t there. Orochimaru, meanwhile, gets used to how warm and Hold-y Kabuto is.
Who is more likely to propose to the other? Kabuto ;_;
Who introduced the other to their family first? Orochimaru introduced Kabuto to Rogu and Mitsuki before Kabuto introduced Orochimaru to Urushi and the orphans he raises. 
Who is more likely to play with the other’s hair? Both, but Orochimaru is always correcting Kabuto’s hair or glasses in particular, and he loves when they do that!  
Who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated? Kabuto
Who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other? Both would do this in a heartbeat, and Kabuto got a moniker of “Orochimaru’s Guard Dog” before the war because of it. Orochimaru has a bit of an edge, however, as Kabuto ends up leaving their side during the blank period due to parole stipulations making it plain that his presence in their life endangers them, whereas they wouldn’t be so easily threatened by a parole officer trying the same thing on them. Kabuto does, however, eventually snap out of it, going right back to his partner’s side and right back to defending them.  
Who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other? Kabuto loves surprising them on every holiday! 
Who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things? Insert Mitsuki here
Who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch? Orochimaru’s definitely done this for Kabuto before, after they’ve gently removed his glasses. Kabuto is more likely to lie down with them to share his warmth or try to carry them to bed. 
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raichoose-moved · 3 years
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PLATONIC CUDDLING/BED-SHARING - Not Accepting
@dokuhebi​ asked: “I’ve been awake for a while, I just didn’t want to wake you.” //Kabu~
More often than not, Kabuto finds himself falling asleep in Orochimaru’s room. He can say it’s because he’s concerned about their health - while taking on Gen’yumaru as a vessel has removed the debilitating physical effects of Hiruzen’s Jutsu, they’ve still had many of their own techniques sealed, and he does want to make sure they recover fully. 
But, he knows that’s no longer the actual reason.
It has more to do with the nighttime talks they share, or late-night research conducted side-by-side that soon turns to one sleepily holding the other, or the way Orochimaru feels (the way they make him feel) when they press close to stay warm on a cold night, or the way his heart flutters at every touch or word, lately. 
When he asks why they didn’t wake him, for he’d grabbed ahold of their svelte form in his sleep and hadn’t let go, and when they say they didn’t want to wake him -
What his head insists that he say is a mere expression of gratitude for their decision to allow their right-hand man his rest. It’s the safe option, even if Sannin and medic have rapidly moved beyond the characterization of their relationship as Lord and servant - because it’s the option that wouldn’t open him up to any possible rejection.
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Instead, Kabuto takes a deep breath, smiles, and follows his heart’s gentle push for a more sentimental reply. 
“You know, Orochimaru ... You can always wake me, if you feel the need to get going with your day and I’m still asleep - or, ah, even if it’s late, and you’re up, and I’m not. I want to spend all the time in the world with you.” 
And then, very much blurring the line between the platonic bond they’d strengthened and something new and desired -
Kabuto caresses their cheek.
“And eternity is a lot of time for us to share, indeed ... ”
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raichoose-moved · 3 years
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ONE HUNDRED WAYS TO SAY ‘I LOVE YOU’ - Not Accepting 
@dokuhebi​ asked: “I think you’re beautiful.” //kabu
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Kabuto doesn’t need to look in a mirror to know how red his face is turning. He’s no stranger to being complimented by Orochimaru, of course, and he does frequently reply with some kind and loving words of his own. (For he adores his spouse, as they adore him!)
Still, he’s never really considered himself to be beautiful before, hence why he’s suddenly become so flustered.
“Ah - beautiful?” Kabuto repeats. “Thank you - I - Well, I mean, I think you’re prettier than I am, with those gold eyes and soft hair and your cute fangs, and all - But I really appreciate it! Aha ... Wow. Thank you! What about me do you think is beautiful? Can I ask?”
(He’s happy they’re lying beside one another, because this gives Kabuto the perfect excuse to shyly hide his face in the crook of Orochimaru’s neck.) 
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raichoose-moved · 3 years
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PLATONIC CUDDLING/BED-SHARING - Not Accepting
@dokuhebi​​ asked: 😵: A muse keeps the other awake with 3 am thoughts //Kabu~
Though Kabuto was once the very epitome of “Early to bed, early to rise,” he’s abandoned the first half. For ever since the failed invasion of Konoha, he and Orochimaru had grown closer, a working relationship transformed into the strongest of all bonds, and it wasn’t long before nights were spent at one another’s side, talking, working, resting ...
It doesn’t really matter what they’re doing, he’s decided - if his favorite Sannin (his favorite person) is awake, and if they want to spend time with him, he’s more than happy to forego sleep to do just that.
Currently, they’re sharing what he likes to call “Orochiamru’s three AM thoughts.” Kabuto enjoys these - as he’s told them many a night and many a day, he can (and will) listen to them talk for hours. Updates on an experiment, plans for a new one, tales of the serpents they both summoned, stories of the life they’d lived before he’d met them, stories of what they were up to when he was spying on Konoha ...
Kabuto loves music, yes, but there’s still nothing in the world he’d rather listen to than their voice.
The story they’re sharing now is long but very much engaging and enticing (though they could be talking about drying paint and he’d listen, enraptured), and he laughs, at some point. Call him morbid, but whenever Orochimaru tells Kabuto of some crime they’d committed, he can’t help but love what he hears. 
(Because, the best thing about their failed invasion was that he’d found them, had really and truly gotten to know this intriguing, captivating person, with whom he has so much in common, a person he wants to, needs to follow to the eternity they crave, and whether it was their intelligence, their beauty, their murderous streak ... 
Particularly the way they found a home with each other, how he feels so real and seen with them ... 
He wanted to see, to learn about, to care for every single part of them, no matter what anyone else said or thought about their habits. 
He wanted Orochimaru - all of Orochimaru.)
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“I love you.”
It’s an interruption, admittedly, and not the only one - he kisses them, then, gently brushing his lips against theirs. 
“I really love you. You’re wonderful.”
(Maybe it’s not the time or the place he expected to make his ‘grand confession,’ but, when opportunity knocks ... )
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raichoose-moved · 3 years
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❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . - Very Selectively Accepting 
@dokuhebi​ asked: [ laces ] reverse //kabu
[ laces ] [ reversed ] --> my muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for yours, such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc . 
They’re meant to be going to a party. Rare are the moments, in this peaceful post-war society, where Kabuto and Orochimaru are asked to attend an event that doesn’t relate to Mitsuki’s development into a Shinobi. However, this is an evening affair, one where all the big names are supposed to be in attendance, and none can deny that the Sound’s leaders are rather (in)famous indeed. 
Truthfully, Kabuto didn’t even read the invitation, merely skimming it. All he knows is that it has something to do with a celebration of alliances and culture, which sounds nice on paper -
But aside from his little slice of Konoha where the orphaned children reside, and very much aside from his home here in Otogakure, he doesn’t really care for the villages anyway, only choosing to go tonight because of the renowned gardens the presentations are being hosted in. (True to his old ways, he intends to sneak around and steal flower clippings for his own garden.)
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But, as he helps tie the back of Orochimaru’s dress, one in which his already lovely partner looks truly divine - he can’t help but wonder just how badly he wants those flowers anyway, not when there’s something else he desires more (or rather, someone else). 
With the dark fabric contrasting so fetchingly with their pale skin, and knowing already that their striking features only ever draw his attention away from whatever he’s supposed to be looking at, Kabuto can’t help himself - he leans forward, pressing kisses along their back, shoulders, nape, his hands reaching down to squeeze their hips.  
“How badly do you want to go with me?” 
A mild double entendre, but though he aches to slip his hands beneath their dress, to feel and worship the body of the one he loves and adores so very much, he waits, waits for them to voice what they desire, should they wish for him to stop, or should they be in just the same mood as he. 
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raichoose-moved · 3 years
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ONE HUNDRED WAYS TO SAY ‘I LOVE YOU’ - Not Accepting
@dokuhebi​​ asked: “I dreamt about you last night.” //Kabu
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“Did you?” 
Instantly, Kabuto’s heart skips a beat, though he tries to wear only a curious expression in response to the Sannin’s admission.
But, such is a fruitless effort, because he very quickly proceeds to smile broadly as he pours each of them a mug of tea. Orochimaru had featured in his dreams before -
How could he not be pleased to hear that he is in theirs? 
“What happened in this dream of yours? Only good things, I hope,” Kabuto says, punctuating his words with a wink. “You know how much I like to be in your thoughts.” 
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raichoose-moved · 3 years
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ANONYMOUSLY OR NOT SUGGEST WHO YOU THINK IS MY MUSE’S ROMANTIC ‘TYPE’ - Accepting
A Shy Heart asked: looks at orochimaru. looks at daniella. so, is kabuto's type "pretty immortals with long dark hair and mesmerizing eyes who could easily kick anyone's ass"
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You know him oh-so-very well, anon!
- feat. @dokuhebi​ and @xfaucheuse​
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raichoose-moved · 3 years
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❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . - Very Selectively Accepting
@dokuhebi​ asked: [ groom ] //kabu
[ groom ] your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc .
Kabuto has always enjoyed Orochimaru’s tendency to lovingly fuss over his physical appearance - correcting loose strands of hair, fixing his bangs, adjusting his glasses. All of these actions are such sweet and tender gestures, every one of them showing the love that the Sannin holds for him in their heart.
Currently, it is the very first of such gestures that they are doing. He smiles warmly as they brush some loose strands of hair aside from his cheeks, and he just can’t help but reward them with a kiss!
“I think it’s so wonderful when you do that,” Kabuto says, reaching out to bundle Orochimaru into his arms. “So kind, loving, sweet, soft ... You ought to rest your head on my chest, feel how it makes my heart flutter ... ”
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Kabuto cuddles them close, then. “You know, I mean it when I say you’re perfect for me. That doesn’t mean you have to be perfect, of course - you never have to worry about that with me. I will always love you as you are; I will always want and cherish all of you. But you really are just perfect for me, and I trust I’m perfect for you, with how close we are. I love you, so dearly, and for all of time.” 
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raichoose-moved · 3 years
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❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . - Very Selectively Accepting
@dokuhebi​ asked:  [ feed ] //kabu
[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what
So engrossed in an experiment is he, that Kabuto has neglected to eat nearly all day. Yes, he’d made himself an omelet in the morning, but such was the extent of his sustenance today.
Presently, he’s reading through pages of data, midnight eyes roaming rapidly over words and numbers before looping back to the beginning, checking every page twice. It’s not the most important experiment the Sound has ever conducted, but it’s one of personal interest to him, and so, it’s succeeded at engrossing his thoughts -
Until someone presses a strawberry to his lips.
Kabuto looks up sharply, only to relax as he recognizes Orochimaru, who has brought him something to eat. He glances at the clock, smiling sheepishly as he realizes just how much time has gone by today. 
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“Aha ... I’m sorry. I must have lost track of time ... ”
Still, he does eat the berry they offer, grinning.
“Thanks for the fruit ... But I think I’d enjoy it more if we shared it in your room. A change of scenery, and all.”
And then, because he just can’t help himself -
Kabuto rises from his seat, kissing Orochimaru’s cheek.
“I’m also saddened that I haven’t seen you all day, so I want to spend what remains of it with you, you know? I can finish this tomorrow.” 
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❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . - Very Selectively Accepting
@dokuhebi asked: [ invite ] reverse //kabu
[ invite ] [ reverse ] -> my muse inviting yours to sit on their lap .
Kabuto taps a repetitive rhythm on the lab table's metallic surface, watching a computer screen spit out data and algorithms. He could understand all that he read, of course - scientific pursuits were one of his specialties - but it didn't change the fact that this wasn't one of the more intriguing aspects of his work. The acts itself and the final answers were what tickled his intellectual fancy; the necessary waiting game, however, was not quite so riveting, causing a bored sigh to slip from his lips.
He glances up as someone enters the lab, then, their reflection captured in the screen's dim light, and he grins broadly at the sight of a certain Sannin.
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"Hey, Orochimaru." Kabuto beckons to them, turning in his chair to better face his eternally beloved partner. "Come here. Sit in my lap, won't you ~ ? I need someone beautiful to admire after staring at numbers all day, and you know there's no one in the world I'd rather hold, what with how perfectly you fit in my arms."
(Kabuto would do more than just admire, of course - how frequently did they sit in his lap, only for the pair to kiss and nip and touch, to distract themselves from work with the other's presence!)
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𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 / 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 - Not Accepting
@dokuhebi​ asked: “ I will always believe in you.” //kabu
As always, when Orochimaru had a task of utmost importance they needed to delegate, it fell on Kabuto’s shoulders. He was, after all, their most trusted associate - talented, dependable, loyal, efficient. These were the very qualities anyone would desire in a right-hand man, and Kabuto encompassed each of them, particularly when it came to the services he performed for the Sannin, from medical work to espionage and everything in between.
It helped, of course, that ever since the failed invasion of Konoha, their relationship had grown progressively closer. They considered one another to be a dear friend, between late nights working in the laboratory, Kabuto caring for Orochimaru through the pain of a Jutsu’s forced handicap, sharing ideas and memories and discussions of the knowledge they’d collectively or independently gained. 
The nights where he’d sleep beside them, to keep his partner warm and safe, increasing in frequency; or the times where accidental touches might make his heart skip a beat.
The mission at hand was nothing he couldn’t handle, even in spite of an odd pang when he realized he might need to be apart from them for a few days. 
“You can count on me, Orochimaru-sama. I won’t let you down - ah, but, do I ever?” A teasing remark - something else that characterized their friendship, as more time spent in Otogakure meant that Kabuto and Orochimaru could readily bounce off of one another’s identical humors and ideas. 
“I will always believe in you.” 
His cheeks pink. True, Kabuto wasn’t used to hearing that anyway - never had heard it, in fact, at least since he’d become a Shinobi - but Orochimaru surely wasn’t expressing that sentiment to their other followers, either.
There’s pride within him, of course, in knowing that he’s their favored one, that he’s so readily relied on, needed, wanted, believed in -
But there’s something else, too, something that has been bubbling steadily to the surface ever since he’d returned to the Sound. 
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When Kabuto departs from their chambers, he sees that no one else is around, and so, he lets out a soft cheer of delight. Perhaps Orochimaru hears him, perhaps not - but Kabuto had heard them, had heard their decision to place their precious trust in him (all those years ago, and now), and their words will carry him forward throughout this mission, until midnight eyes can meet their golden pair once again. 
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Unprompted - Always Accepting
A Shy Heart asked: what if for kabuto someone shows up claiming to want to steal orochimaru from him what does he do 
There isn’t the slightest moment of hesitation. Not even a word is spoken, in fact, as he merely rises from his desk and approaches the ill-fated suitor. For in all things, Kabuto is swift, efficient, deadly - and he’s surely going to be all that and more when his very relationship is threatened.
A knife twirls in his hand, but no amount of flourish can buy his victims time. He clamps a hand over the suitor’s mouth, while the other plunges a kunai deep into their vulnerable throat, all in one motion. The sole sound is the muffled struggle that he will surely win. Warm blood pools down as the blade is soon ripped free from flesh in a jagged slit, but he is not deterred by what others might deem a gruesome sensation. Kabuto simply holds his enemy’s body close, waiting for the light to fade away from formerly taunting eyes before letting the fresh corpse drop to the floor in an undignified manner. 
“Orochimaru is mine, and only mine. That you thought you even had a chance ... You will be more use to them, and to me, dead than alive.”
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Kabuto, his face contorted into an expression of pure disgust, even scoffing, delivers a swift kick to the side of the deceased suitor’s head. 
“Did you really think I’d even play this game? That you could even attempt to take them from me, and that I’d either roll over or fight, or that my Orochimaru would leave me for anyone, least of all the likes of you? No. I don’t think so. And now - now, just look at what you made me do. Now I have to clean this all up.”  
feat. @dokuhebi​​
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