A Troublesome Series of Events

anime-luney & I have been RPing Naruto. We have finally established a little bit of plot to go with the smut, so we've decided to post it. -thumbsup.-

RP takes place sometime after chapter 339, so be aware of those spoilers. [:

I played Shikamaru & she played Sasuke and Orochimaru.

--

Shikamaru gazed out of the cell, wondering what the hell he had done to be here. It's not like he had any extraordinary abilities. Sure, he had his Kage Mane no Jutsu, but it's not like he was the only one. And he was supposed to be a genius, but that couldn't help Orochimaru unless he gave his help and he certainly wasn't going to do that.

So why was he sitting inside one of Orochimaru's sealed prison cells with a broken hand in his lap and his head throbbing? No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't think of a reason. Well, he knew why his hand was broken and his head hurt-- without a good hand he couldn't perform any jutsu's and they had to knock him out cold. At least he had put up a fight.

He frowned and leaned his head back against the stone wall, glancing up at the dark ceiling. He wished they had at least put a window in.

Sasuke walked down the hallway, heading towards the cell chambers. He’d been itching to head over to that section of Orochimaru’s lair since he’d heard news about how and why they’d received a new prisoner, but he’d been indisposed. He suspected that he’d been purposefully deterred from seeing the boy any sooner, probably so that Orochimaru or Kabuto could get at him.

He paused before the bend in the corridor, knowing that when he passed around the barrier and saw the Nara, he’d be hit with nostalgia. It happened every time he was confronted with a physical person from his past, and not just hearing news about them. Words could be ignored, actual breathing bodies standing before you were more tricky then that.

Rounding the corner after his brief contemplation, he stood before the cell. The boy was in there, although on closer inspection he wasn’t quite the boy anymore. He wasn’t fully matured, as most males aren’t until at least reaching their twenties, but he wasn’t as child like as Sasuke remembered.

“Nara Shikamaru.”

Shikamaru lowered his gaze from the ceiling over to Sasuke. He felt an anger flare up-- after all, he never had quite forgotten how he failed his first mission as team leader and what it was for, or how his disappearance had changed everyone in the village-- but he pushed it down. It wouldn't do any good to act like Naruto, at least not until he knew why he was in this situation.

He lifted his head from the wall, looking steadily at his former ally.

"Uchiha," he answered back, not bothering with a first name.

Sasuke met the strong gaze easily, not flinching. He’d stared down much worse than a trapped Nara. He stepped closer to the bars, pausing before them. He wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to say, how to broach the subject correctly. He wasn’t even certain what subject there was, aside from the obvious which he seemed to be tripping over with other possibilities.

“Why were you out of Konoha?” He asked. It wasn’t the point he’d wanted to make, but it was better than blurting something like ‘how’s the village been?’

His eyes narrowed a little before he just released a sigh and returned his gaze back to the ceiling. "What any of us do is no longer your business, Sasuke," he muttered, bringing his good hand up to scratch the side of his nose. "Just why am I here anyway?" He didn't see any reason to beat around the bush. He didn't want to stay here and he was sure they didn't want to feed an extra mouth if they didn't need to. At least he hoped he would be fed.

Sasuke glared, shifting his stance onto one foot. The Nara was as blunt as ever. Still, it served his purposes well, focusing his frayed concentration back onto the subject matter that was the core reason why he was so interested in talking with the younger male. He was infinitely glad he wasn’t facing off against Naruto at the moment.

“Why did Itachi’s group want you?” He stated, not blinking. His heart began to pump faster at the name, even off of his own lips, but he would not show his slightly manic obsession to Shikamaru. The only face he would get would be a mask made of alabaster stone.

Shikamaru quirked an eyebrow at the would-be question. Really, he didn't even know the Akatuski wanted him, but if he played his cards right maybe he could get any little bit of information and piece it together himself.

He shrugged one shoulder, not wanting to jar his broken wrist. "Why do they want anything? Really, they're all just crazy." He paused and gazed back at him again. "Not that the Sound isn't either."

Sasuke glared fiercer, wishing there wasn’t such a barrier as the metal bars to stand between his heated gaze and the Nara’s body. He repressed the near growl that itched at his throat, trying to remain calm. He never was good at civil talk when Itachi was involved.

“I’ll give you that, Nara. But why would they want you? What is so special about you that they would try to get you?” He clarified, contemplating the question himself. His brows furrowed as he concentrated on the concept, but he wasn’t sure about the Nara anymore. From what he remembered, the Akatuski shouldn’t want him, a spineless coward of a ninja and lazier then anything he knew.

Shikamaru frowned and scratched the back of his neck-- caked-on grime really bothered him too much-- and just shrugged again.

"Who knows? You would think they'd want to kill me for destroying Hidan. But then again they don't care much for the team aspect of shinobi's," he mused, more to himself than Sasuke.

Sasuke raised an eyebrow at the Nara, slightly intrigued. The boy before him had managed to kill an Akatuski? Many thoughts entered his mind at this bit of news, calculations and a strange sweeping sense of curiosity. Shikamaru had developed into a strong shinobi. Maybe even stronger than his old teammate…

“You? Killed a teammate of Itachi? How?” He said, skepticism dripping from his deep Uchiha voice along with a small taint of his growing interest in the younger male in front of him.

The lazy-nin sighed and his frown turned into a scowl. "Troublesome..." he muttered, closing his eyes.”It doesn't really matter, does it?" He really didn't want to think about why he'd trained to hard to defeat Hidan. But of course, his genius brain didn't understand that. His face closed off and tightened more as he forcefully pushed those memories back.

Sasuke smirked, leaning back on his feet. So, Shikamaru had really done it. Maybe it would be worth it to keep such a valuable person under his guard. If he could somehow get Shikamaru to work for him-- get him to help him… His eyes lit, the possibilities seeming very good.

“Who helped you?” He asked, thinking in the back of his mind. How to get the boy to work for him? Force would hardly do it, he already knew that. The Nara boy seemed like the type to refuse until death.

Shikamaru let out a small grunt, still keeping his eyes closed. "That's really none of your business, Uchiha. It's done and the same thing will hardly work for anyone else." He opened his eyes, locking gazes with Sasuke again. "Especially not Itachi."

He knew he was pushing it a little, but he didn't even want to talk to the former Konoha-nin. He figured he was safe enough if they needed him for something. He just had to figure out what that something was and how to avoid it. And still stay alive.

Sasuke ignored Shikamaru’s statement, considering his options. The Nara may have gotten stronger, but he doubted he would put up a threat. He found himself wanting to get closer to the other male, to look into his doe eyes while he questioned him. He wanted to begin asking about friends, just to see how his expression would change.

“You must have had help. Last I saw of you, you were hiding behind foliage.” The Uchiha pressed, gripping one of the bars with his hand, stare becoming earnest. How much about this boy before him had changed?

He scoffed, looking bored again. "Of course I had help. You can't take on two Akatsuki's by yourself-- that would be suicide," he answered, easily brushing off the intended insult. He shifted his legs, holding back a wince as his broken wrist was moved too. "But it's still none of your business," he finished after he settled again.

Sasuke was the one to scoff this time, tossing his head in a manner he hadn’t done since before he’d killed. The Nara was being childish, refusing to answer such simple questions. He closed his eyes, trying to formulate a plan.

“I didn’t ask about the two. Unless you killed more than Hidan?” He said, voice haughty as he spoke it. He wondered if Orochimaru would get mad at him for breaking the bars to the cell. He didn’t have a key, but where would the Nara go? He was deep into territory populated by Orochimaru’s followers, even if he got out of the hide-out he’d be caught.

Shikamaru frowned again, letting out a long sigh. "If you have to know, I fought Hidan alone," he said, still avoiding what he'd actually been asked. He didn't want to get anyone else mixed up in this if he could help it; especially with who had been there for the mission.

Sasuke leaned his head against the bars, eyes swirling with sharingan. His lips were a hard line, intent on Shikamaru, trying to read his thoughts by scrutinizing his body.

“Did you really?” He said, trying to understand how Konoha could produce such a huge leap of strength in a shinobi. Konoha was a pathetic place that hardly knew how to bring out the best in a shinobi and in fact seemed to only produce great ninja randomly and through no act of good scholastics.

His eyes widened a little and he quickly averted his eyes. He didn't know what Sasuke was capable of, but he knew what a sharingan could do. He didn't even like the possibility of being caught in a low-level genjutsu.

"Yes, I did," he answered, hoping Sasuke would be satisfied with just that information, but knowing the Uchiha it wouldn't be.

“How? How could you have grown so much?” Sasuke said. He scowled, fist tightening on the bar under his palm. The black commas within his eyes swirled rapidly, seeming to pick up pace as he grew angry, recording the Nara all the while.

“How could Konoha improve you in that little time?” He whispered, raking the form with his eyes, memorizing every curve and contour he was seeing at the moment.

Shikamaru's nerves increased but he kept on the scowling face. He felt a quick flash of anger, but it was over as soon as it came. "It's been years, Sasuke. Of course I've grown stronger. We all have; Konoha is not a weak village."

“Konoha is only strong in number. It’s to morally weak to even grasp the necessities needed to house true shinobi.” Sasuke stated, anger showing on his face. His knuckles began to turn white as his grip on the bar increased.

“Just look at all of its strongest. Orochimaru abandoned it; Jiraiya roams other villages, as did Tsunade. Itachi, quite possibly the strongest out of that fold yet, left at 13. What does Konoha have to offer?” Sasuke spat, heat lacing the words to show his ill feelings for his former home.

He clenched his good hand, scowl deepening. "You wouldn't understand, Sasuke," he said, almost spitting out the others name. He quenched his feelings again before saying, "And I doubt you ever did understand. Just go back to licking Orochimaru's feet and leave me alone. Or, better yet, release me. You don't have a reason to keep me here."

“Training with Orochimaru got me farther than worshiping some Hokage ever would have done.” Sasuke snarled, chakra flaring up. He could feel his curse mark begin to itch, reacting to his emotion, wanting to release and give him the strength to destroy whatever brought on the feelings.

“And why would I want to allow a pathetic ninja like you go? It would be better for everyone if I just killed you now and let the snakes devour your corpse.” Sasuke hissed out, wanting to smash the bars against the Nara’s skull, against the wall, anything solid enough that it would make a nice cracking sound on impact.

Shikamaru smirked and closed his eyes. He itched to make the circle with his fingers, but he couldn't for obvious reasons. "But you won't," he said after a couple seconds. "Because Orochimaru wants me for some reason, and you won't dare go against him. It's troublesome, but if he wanted me dead, I'd be dead."

Sasuke closed his eyes, smirking dangerously. The Nara was sure of himself. Arrogant little boy, wasn’t he. Sasuke took a deep breath, trying to control himself. He let the sharingan recede into black, feeling the itch of the curse mark decrease as well.

“Who says Orochimaru is the one who let you live? What if I told him to do it, so that I could question you about Itachi, maybe use you as bait?” He said, opening his eyes to watch Shikamaru’s face.

He opened his eyes but just gazed at the floor, a small frown on his face. "Because," he said, looking back up, "if it was your plan and you wanted to interrogate me, you wouldn't wait days before approaching." He shook his head before resting his head on his good hand. "Besides, I doubt you just tell Orochimaru to do things and he obeys. Aren't you his student?"

Sasuke narrowed his eyes again, letting his words hiss out at the other male.

“And if I got on my knees and licked his shoes, as you said before? Would you believe that your life is in my hands if I told you I begged for it to be that way?” He said, glaring at the boy sitting comfortably before him. He loathed him and his stupid rationalization, but mostly he loathed the fact that deep inside he was enjoying this little fight. Enjoying talking to someone on par with him who wasn’t trying to weasel his affections and get good with Orochimaru.

Shikamaru heaved another sigh, rolling his eyes. "I would hope you'd have enough pride to not beg," he muttered to himself, though wouldn't be surprised if the Uchiha could hear it; they weren't that far apart and the cell had good reverb.

Raising his voice a little, he said with his usual bored voice, "So, going with the idea that I'm at your mercy. What happens now?"

Sasuke snorted, resisting the urge to roll his eyes in turn. The boy was infuriating! How Konoha could handle him was beyond him at points. Would they be celebrating now that Shikamaru was at his mercy?

“I ask you how you came to be where you are. Why Itachi wants you of all people.” Sasuke said, looking back to the other male.

"Okay, so what happens that hasn't happened already?" he asked, purposefully making his voice mocking. He didn't know what it was, but Sasuke made him want to... not just sit there and only say troublesome. Maybe it was that he was still disappointed in him from defecting-- he really had looked up to him during the academy days-- but he just wasn't sure.

Before Sasuke could respond a cool voice slipped from the shadows, dripping with amusement and underscored by power. The Uchiha resisted the urge to whirl around, instead only tensing, listening to what the voice had to say.

“What happens is that I will join in on the interrogation.” Orochimaru said, stepping up behind Sasuke. His hand lifted to the bar, sliding it down and over Sasuke’s, long fingers wrapping around the balled fist. Sasuke remained still, trying his best not to show his discomfort to Shikamaru while he felt the heat of Orochimaru’s chest press into his back.

Shikamaru stiffened, straightening just a little in his seated position. He let his hand fall back against his legs, head up and eyes tracing up from their hands to Orochimaru's face, glaring. He had hoped he wouldn't even have to see the sannin, but he knew that was just that; a hope.

He didn't dare say anything back, at least not just yet. He could read Sasuke easily enough, but he knew he would have problems with the snake summoner. He hadn't known him all his life, after all.

Orochimaru looked down at the prisoner sitting in front of him. He’d been able to taste Sasuke’s attraction on the air, thought it wasn’t purely physical. It seemed his future vessel had a hidden liking for the supposed genius, deeply imbedded. Was this a childhood crush, or was the Uchiha getting homesick enough to develop attachments to a fellow Konoha shinobi?

“Sasuke... What do you think we should do to him...” He spoke softly, letting his body bend until he was slipping down, chin on the other’s shoulder. His tongue slid out of his mouth, sweeping gently through the air until it lightly touched his pupils lips. His eyes never strayed from Shikamaru’s as he did so, clearly displaying his intentions to the boy.

Shikamaru's eyes narrowed just a little before he looked away. He didn't want to watch what they were doing; it made him uncomfortable despite him being old enough for such things.

Orochimaru smirked, running the tip across the plush lips with feathery lightness, not even leaving moisture behind in his ventures. His hand tightened its grasp, before slipping down, moving over Sasuke’s tensed body until he had his palm splayed against his covered belly.

“Do you think he’ll scream...” His hand slipped over Sasuke’s lower belly, stopping before he could grasp at a bulge, divulging Sasuke’s ideas on the attention given to him. He was a well trained pupil. “Or moan like you?”

The Nara felt his cheeks heat up, quickly glancing over at them before closing his eyes. He frowned and rubbed at his temple for a second. He wasn't sure if he would answer them, but... If it stalled any, ahem, playing, it was worth a try.

"Okay, so what did you want to know from me?"

Orochimaru drew his tongue away, trailing it across Sasuke’s neck instead. The Uchiha was fighting an embarrassed blush, not wanting Shikamaru to see him like this. He hated how conditioned he was to Orochimaru’s touch, to any sexual touch from a superior. The snake had taught his body to get off on the thought of being dominated and he loathed him for it.

“Oh, Sasuke boy wanted to know what the Akatuski wanted with you. I’m just keeping you away from the Akatuski.” Orochimaru stated, fingers tapping down the sparse inches between flat muscles to bulging organ.

His frown deepened as he just rested his head on his hand again. He still kept his eyes closed, sure that he would hear signs if he was in any danger.

"Well, you're wasting your time. I won't join them, or you for that matter, so you can let me go." He opened one eye, carefully looking over at just their faces. "Besides, I didn't even know they wanted anything to do with me."

“Of course not. The only way you would have learned would have been when they kidnapped you instead of us. Konoha’s informants aren’t as far reaching as mine.” Orochimaru explained, turning away from the Nara and biting on Sasuke’s earlobe. The Uchiha shuddered against him, but hid the reaction from Shikamaru. He smirked deviously.

“I won’t be letting you go. The only way to know a tool isn’t being used by the enemy is to keep the tool to yourself. As to you joining, well, who said anything about that?” He said, finally slipping his hand over the aching erection Sasuke by now was sporting.

He opened his other eye to glare at Orochimaru. He really didn't understand how Sasuke could have left Konoha to join him of all people; he knew the reason, he just didn't understand.

"So what-- I'm going to stay in here until you kill off the Akatsuki's, then?"

Orochimaru slid his eyes back to Shikamaru’s, lips curling into a smug grin. His fingers began massaging Sasuke through his pants, causing the red blush to deepen on his moonlit skin.

“You’re presumptuous, aren’t you? When did I say I was even going to keep you that long?” He chuckled, his other hand coming up to pet at Sasuke’s cheek, pushing to get him to face him. He met minor resistance, and immediately began sliding his tongue into his mouth, sliding it through the closed lips. “I’ll merely play with you until I’m bored.”

He tensed and looked away again, growing significantly more nervous. Damnit, how can he get out of this? He racked his brain for ideas, but he couldn't come up with any that had even a small chance of happening.

His wrist was broken, his chakra was still a little depleted and even if Konoha would send out a search party for him, it would take too long to figure out where he was. Besides, he knew Tsunade didn't have enough jounins and chuunins to spare for a rescue mission.

"Troublesome," he muttered softly.

Sasuke wanted to bite down on the appendage sliding into his mouth. Even after having had this happen before, he didn’t like the sensation of it. His eyes glared at Orochimaru, clearly telling him that he was angry. The sannin just smirked wider, running his eerily long tongue over the contours of Sasuke’s mouth, plundering it more thoroughly then a normal human could have.

“You’ll grow to enjoy it, Shikamaru. Sasuke has.” Orochimaru said, emphasizing by harshly squeezing the erection underneath his hand, forcing a noise from Sasuke’s throat.

Shikamaru snorted and shook his head. "Even if my body does, I won't," he said, knowing if he was subjected to that his body would no doubt respond. Even if he didn't have shinobi training, missions and substituting at the academy, the prospect of dating was too troublesome for him. Sure, he knew he had a few admirers in Konoha, but he never paid them any mind.

He'd never even thought about what his orientation was. Yes, he said all women were troublesome-- and he still believed that-- but that didn't mean he hated them.

Orochimaru’s eyes grew hard for a moment, pulling his tongue back from Sasuke’s mouth, leaving him panting with a line of saliva dribbling out of the corner of his lips. His hand gripped still harder, undoubtedly pumping an undercurrent of pain into the Uchiha.

“Well then, I’ll enjoy it.” He hissed. Sasuke’s eyes averted from Shikamaru’s, anger and humiliation warring with his features. Orochimaru let him go, moving away and to the side, towards the door. “And I feel like enjoying myself right now.”