First Restraint

Series: Naruto ^o^ Disclaimer: I don’t own it :D

Pairings: Definitely contains OrochixKabu, OrochixSasu and KabuxSasu. May in later chapters involve/imply SasuxNaru/NaruSasu and possibly Ucihacest :3

Warnings: Contains yaoi, BDSM, NC, shota, anal, oral, and others, basically 18+ action.

~ Hello all ^^ Although I’ve written some smutty fiction on and off for a few years now, this is actually the first one I’m gonna post. *fear* Hope it’s not too dire, I’ve done a bit of reading around and hopefully picked up enough of what I think works and what doesn’t work in a fic to make this one as least readable XD I’ve written a little beyond what I have here but this seemed the best place to make a chapter break. No yaoi action in this one as it mostly sets the scene, and I’m trying to lay off the artistic license and keep it as faithful to the characters and series as is possible. Hopefully my creativity and interest won’t dry up before I get to the real action. So anyway, constructive crit, comments and whatever welcome, if people like then I will try to stick with it and get more chapters out soon :P ~

RedMoon x x x

---First Restraint ---


Sasuke was out of his light slumber the very second the sound of the door creaking open reached his ears. Heavy chains rattled dully as he sprang into an upright, slightly defensive crouch on the bed, like a startled cat. In the dim light he fixed the shadowy figure in the doorway with a furious glare.

“I came here of my own will, why am I being treated like a prisoner?!” he hissed, suspicion, anger and a touch of fear all too evident in his voice. “Why these chains? Why the drugs?”

“Just exercising a small measure of precaution, Sssasuke-kun. Your tactically trained mind should understand that in my position you would most likely take a similar stance on bringing outsiders into the fold.” The familiarly sinister tone of Orochimaru’s voice still sent a chill through his very flesh, prickling his skin into tight goose bumps “I’m not to know for sure that you’ve cut all your ties with Konoha.”

The excuse was plausible enough, but not Orochimaru’s sole reason for restraining Sasuke. Now that he finally had Sasuke where he wanted him he was not about to risk losing him before he could start to put his own, stronger bindings on him, far more unbreakable than any shackles or padlocked cells. That, and the fact that finally seeing the raven haired boy he had wanted for so long, taken so much time to win over, chained so… enticingly… to the cell bed made his cold heart quicken ever so slightly in anticipation. Now that his pupil had finally arrived he was most keen to dispense with the formalities and begin the ‘training’. But Sasuke was unlike any of his previous protégé’s; a far greater source of power with the potential to be harnessed to his will, but with it the addition of a far wilder and unpredictable spirit than he had had to mould so far. Kabuto and Kimimaro had been relatively easy to shape into loyal followers once he had identified their weaknesses and desires and used them to his advantage. Sasuke’s issues were far more complex. Orochimaru would need to play very tactically until he had identified which buttons to push to achieve the desired results.

“I will personally make sure that you are comfortable during your… ‘quarantine’ should we call it?” Orochimaru chuckled. Sasuke’s guarded expression did not change. “I will have my own business to attend to at times but I shall make certain that Kabuto checks in on you regularly and attends to your every need. Any questions?”

“When will my training begin?” came back the voice strengthening in resolve.

A satisfied smile split the hard lines of Orochimaru’s angular face.

“We can start the groundwork any time you feel ready for it”

****

Orochimaru took his leave, and after a moment or two Sasuke’s muscles relaxed somewhat and he sat back on the bed, rubbing at his wrists distractedly where the rough metal edges of the manacles were biting into the sensitive flesh. He had been so easily and congenially greeted and accepted into the base by Orochimaru in person when he had first arrived. His appearance was initially misleading; every inch of flesh save for one sinister yellow snake-like eye had been bandaged and he was not wearing his usual clothes, but the moment he had spoken in that hideous, low rasp of a voice Sasuke had known that he was definitely in the company of his new sensei.

Once they were deep inside the underground lair however Orohimaru had left him in the company of Kabuto and four Sound nin he did not recognise. In short time Kabuto had made a subtle gesture to the others, who leapt forward in sync to grab Sasuke and pin him securely to the ground. In what was obviously a pre-planned attack, Kabuto was swiftly at Sasuke’s side, drawing a primed syringe from just inside his shirt and injecting the contents quickly into one of Sasuke’s restrained arms. Sasuke struggled hard and desperately but whatever Kabuto had just administered kicked in rapidly, and he soon felt dizzy and uncoordinated, control of his body slipping away with his consciousness. As the restraining hands left him he could do nothing more than lie on the hard, dusty floor and watch drowsily as Kabuto drew out another needle, and shortly after feeling the sting of the second puncturing into his arm, he went under completely.

He had later come round to find himself in the room that he currently resided in. Dim and windowless, he already had no real idea how long he had been under without the day outside to guide his body clock. The metal circlets pressing hard into his wrists and ankles had been the first uneasy new discovery. With gathering anxiety, he had first tried to see if he could slip his hands through them but the fit was snug, and even if he had managed to get his wrists free he would not have had the same fortune with his ankles. He inspected the cuffs themselves. They were locked with an internal mechanism requiring a key, but there was a real possibility that he could pick the locks open. It was only as he was about to search his pockets for a spare safety pin or paper clip that the second new development became evident. He was no longer wearing the outfit he had arrived in. Given that he had arrived straight from his battle with Naruto, and that his clothes had been torn, bloodied and soaking wet from the rain it wasn’t so surprising really, he was just unnerved that he had been stripped and redressed by someone of unknown identity while he was unconscious. He now wore a kimono, quite a luxurious one by all accounts, the light grey material felt like pretty good quality silk and was attractively printed with black and white birds in flight, tied at the waist with a wide black obi.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood shakily, his head was clearing quickly now from whatever he had been given to knock him out, but his body still felt so very weak. Taking up the chain leading from his right wrist, he followed its length until he located the place it was attached to, which was near the right upper bed leg. It was wound onto a sort of wheel setup, which looked as though it allowed the chain to be shortened or lengthened according to how much freedom the captive was to be allowed. This was the same for all four chains, each located at a bed corner and all currently set to a fairly generous length. Sasuke moved as far away from the bed as the chains would allow. They stopped him just short of the door to the room.

He turned back towards the room with an agitated huff. There was no way that he was going to stand for this treatment. Laying the four chains carefully side by side so as to get them all in one go, he stood back and performed his trademark set of hand seals. Katon: Gokakyuu no jutsu!

The tiniest of sputtering flames dropped feebly onto the floor and instantly went out. Surprised, Sasuke tried again, concentrating harder on a technique that was second nature to him, but the result was the same. The flame he produced was no more powerful than that of one created by simply striking a match.

After the fifth attempt he admitted defeat and threw himself back down on the bed with irritation. He must have been given something that was suppressing his charka. Possibly that was what the second injection had been for. They certainly weren’t underestimating his power at least.

He had lain on his back staring at the ceiling until sheer boredom led him into an uneasy sleep.

****

Orochimaru and Kabuto sat quietly eating at the same table in one of the many rooms of Orochimaru’s private quarters in the vast underground complex. The room was not specifically designated as a dining area, it was essentially just another of the many rooms that just seemed to be allotted to storage, the shelves filled with various dusty collections of scrolls, books and bottles and jars of all sizes, shapes and colours. Despite the low flickering candlelight that Orochimaru preferred to operate by, Kabuto could still see the contents of several of the larger, clear glassed jars. Sinister looking contents that turned his stomach and threatened to make him lose his appetite if he contemplated them for too long. Instead he kept his attention focused on his plate.

“He took the imprisonment better than I thought he would, Orochimaru-sama” Kabuto said eventually, breaking the silence.

“It’s an encouraging sign” came the husky reply. “Humility in the face of his ambition will work very nicely for my purposes”.

“And you still wish me to carry out my duties as planned?”

“Yesss, it is vital that I gain his trust, and your role is a very important part of the process. I must be seen to be on his side, and you can help his reliance on me to grow faster.”

“Tempting as it is to break him in all in one go just to witness the delicious intensity of the pain he would endure…” Orochimaru traced the outline of his upper lip with the tip of his tongue thoughtfully. “I feel that the softly softly approach will yield the best results from my standing. You however, will not be so restricted. Treat him however you want. And I do mean ‘anything’ after I’ve seen to his initiation.” He gave a low, dark laugh.

“Orochimaru-sama” Kabuto bowed his head in compliance.

****

Sasuke napped to pass the time. Eventually he was too hungry even to sleep, so he sat cross-legged on the end of the bed and concentrated on trying to gather his charka. It still seemed to be completely blocked.

The sound of footsteps getting progressively louder in the corridor outside suggested that someone was finally coming to see him. The door was unlocked and pushed open as Kabuto entered with a tray. He set it down on the bed before Sasuke. Sasuke eyed the grilled fish and rice distrustfully.

“It’s not poisoned, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“Why would I wonder about something as stupid as that” Sasuke replied tartly. “My suspicions are more along the lines of what it may contain that will continue to suppress my chakra.”

“I’ll give you credit, you’re not as air-headed as you look” Kabuto taunted him.

“Well if that’s the case, why should I eat it?” Sasuke played along.

“Simple. It’s all you’ll be getting. If you prefer to refuse to eat then I can arrange to have you force fed and your charka suppressants administered by needle. Your choice.”

Kabuto smirked as Sasuke picked up his chopsticks with a scowl.

****

Later Kabuto had a large wooden bathtub brought in and filled with hot water and scented oils. The wrist cuffs were removed so that he could undress and bath himself but the ankle chains remained. Once Sasuke had mentally exhausted all the slim possibilities of using some part of the bath, sponge or towel to escape his shackles, he settled down into the water and let his mind wander onto matters other than escape. He wondered if Naruto’s body had been found yet. He had to be dead by now. It had been a hard fight, harder than he had expected it to be, and in the end he had been satisfied not to feel that he had to deal a fatal blow to that prone body, lying broken and battered in the rain. His life signs were so weak he was as good as dead.

Sasuke was still amazed that he had actually gone through with it. At times his resolve had weakened, but all it had taken was a mental image, a flash of red eyes, clouds against a black sky, and his hatred leant him renewed power. After killing his best friend and turning his back on his village, anything else he needed to do seemed insignificant.

Kabuto came back after Sasuke was dried, dressed and lying around on the bed again. He watched as Kabuto drained the used bath water off into the glorified hole-in-the-wall that was supposed to pass for a cell toilet. Sasuke shivered, more aware of how chilly it was in the cell now. He hoped that better accommodation would be forthcoming.

“When will your Master decide to eventually grace me with his presence?” Sasuke asked with feigned disinterest, inspecting his fingernails.

“Most likely this evening, although Orochimaru-sama does not tend to keep regular times. He will see you when it suits him and not the other way around.” Kabuto informed him curtly, and left.

****

Kabuto was in something of a sulk. The first thing to sour his mood had come the night before when Orochimaru had not requested his company in his bedchamber. Of course he wasn’t always invited in, it was more the fact that he had been expecting to be shunned on that particular night due to the arrival of Orochimaru’s new plaything, that irritated him. Kabuto had only really just gotten Orochimaru’s full attention again since the last usurper to his position, Kimimaro, had become to sick to leave the confines of his life support system. And now it seemed he was about to be made second choice yet again.

And to add insult to injury Orochimaru had put him in charge of looking after the obnoxious little shit. The only thing that consoled him was that he wasn’t required to give Sasuke any special treatment. He would make it very clear that he didn’t approve of his presence at all.