Becoming Hokage Side Story
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Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,612
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3
Recommended:
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READ THE WARNINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS PART IS NC-17 AND MAY SQUICK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
Title: Becoming Hokage
Part: Side Story 2/3
Author: Phoenix
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto. I am poor. This fic is for entertainment only.
Pairing: OrochimaruXKakashi
Rating: NC-17 for violence and evil thoughts
Warnings: Evil people, violence, mentions kidnapping, NCS, betrayal, AU, and I wrote it. Can’t deal? Don’t read.
“At least I can make sure we die together,” Kakashi had said. How arrogant those words seemed now. Die together? As if he was anywhere near Orochimaru’s level. It had been child’s play for that demon to disarm him and seal his chakra.
Long ago, they had been lovers; young Kakashi overwhelmed by one of the Sages of the Leaf Clan. Orochimaru, beautiful, powerful, seductive. But when the older man chose to betray the clan, Kakashi remained loyal to his people. Which was how he lost his original eye. No one left Orochimaru without his permission. Not alive. However, the fourth Hokage managed to interfere.
Now, years later, the gap between the two men was still too large. No sooner had his challenge been issued then Kakashi found himself pressed face first against one of the room’s many pillars, his chakra locked away. Hot breath washed over his ear as his once mentor spoke.
“Die together, My Love?” Strangely, the title was not sarcastic. “Do you think I would let you go so easily? I’ve watched you grow stronger; sent challenges to make it so. But you will never be powerful enough to threaten me, Kakashi.”
“What do you want?” The Copy Ninja ground his teeth in frustration. The truth hurt. Yet it was worse being so close to this man’s body again, feel its warmth slowly soaking into him. Placing his hands against the stone, he tried to push away; he might as well have tried moving a mountain. Orochimaru could hold him there as long as the monster wished.
“You know what I want.” A small laugh echoed in the stillness. Kakashi found himself desperately wishing one of the other teachers would come looking for him. Or the Hokage.
“I won’t let you have Sasuke. You’ll have to kill me.”
Orochimaru pressed himself closer. “No, actually that will not be necessary. With your chakra sealed, you have nothing. No powerful techniques. Merely simple hand-to-hand fighting and we both know I will always surpass you in that.”
won won’t let you take him from this place.” Not alive. He’d kill Sasuke before letting Orochimaru have the boy.
“Ah, but you’ve made a mistake, lovely little Kakashi. It’s not the child I’ve come for. Not this time.”
The purred words were accompanied by a hand snaking between Kakashi and the pillar; it cupped his crotch, massaging gently. Shock froze the silver-haired ninja long enough for Orochimaru to feel the pinned body respond.
“Stop it!” The growled order proved Kakashi was still fighting. His arms struggled to push off from the pillar but the other man was unmovable. Desperately, he tried to strike Orochimaru only to find it impossible.
“You don’t really want me to, Shi,” the old term of endearment combined powerfully with the other attempt at seduction. Kakashi felt part of him all too willing to slip into old habits; let the older man lead and take anything he wanted. “You miss me. Want me.”
“My body wants you, not I.” Kakashi thrashed about but was unable to dislodge his enemy and all the movement helped increase the friction of Orochimaru’s hand. Helplessness was both frustrating and terribly arousing. “Stop it!”
“Make me,” Orochimaru taunted. “I know you, Kakashi. What angers you, attracts you. I know how to reduce you to whimpers. The touches that will have you on your knees begging.” His tongue snaked out to caress a small spot on the silver-haired man’s neck; Kakashi’s knees all but collapsed as he shivered in the older man’s arms. “See? Why do you fight? My claiming is ais already assured.”
“No,” Kakashi found himself moaning. “No. I’ve changed. I don’t…don’t.”
His plea was cut off when his throat constricted; a slick invader was already working its way into his body: Orochimaru’s tongue. Kakashi’s hands struggled for purchase on the pillar but found none. He sought to push away from the stone once more and once more was defeated. Strength was fast abandoning his limbs. Instinct dragging the will to fight away; already his legs were slowly opening, granting that cursed tongue further access.
No matter what he tried, Kakashi was as helpless to stop Orochimaru as he had been all those years ago. Then had been rough too; enough to let the young student know who was in charge, but he’d wanted the older man as a lover; wig tog to accept a few bruises in exchange for what he thought was love. Now he realized it wasn’t love; never had been.
“Why?” He groaned as a hand undid his belt and pants. “Why are you doing this? You don’t love me. You used me.” As Sasuke would be used.
The tongue left his body, replaced by a grip on his hips while fabric pooled around his ankles. “Oh but I do love you, my beautiful Kakashi. Why else do you think no one has come to kill you all these years?”
Orochimaru leaned forward, entering his once lover’s body slowly. The action drew a mewl from the copy ninja while a laugh, lacking cruelty, danced in the air. Orochimaru’s former lover would join him this time. First his body, then his mind. Before, stubbornness and innate honor were underestimated in his plans. This time was going to end differently. The Leaf Clan would be destroyed, all except Kakashi and his new host.
Kakashi knew he was lost. No one had warmed his heart or bed in too many years; he’d shut off that part of him for fear of what might awaken should he ever open his heart to another. Pent up emotions, desires, frustrations coursed though him. Not even his thoughts made sense; conflicts and needs each howling to be heard; all that he could manage to grasp were the twin sensations of cool stone against his chest and an invader stoking the fire in his blood higher.
He had to fight back, rebel somehow. This was the man who’d betrayed the Leaf Clan and killed one of Kakashi’s best friends. To just roll over and play slut mocked all those dead from Orochimaru’s deceit. But this was also the man to first love him. The first to show him how wonderful the touch of another could be.
“You don’t love me,” Kakashi managed to gasp. Hands continued to scrabble for purchase; something, anything to anchor him, keep the pending submission at bay. A solid thing to fight the amorphous emotions and sensations burning him alive. Nothing presented itself.
“You are already lost, Shi. Why fight further? Let me love you. Remind you of how it used to be. How it can be again.”
Kakashi was going to argue, use his voice as a weapon, but the touch of a single finger over his voice box silenced any further protests. More touches stopped his struggles. Orochimaru held him up with a strong arm around his chest and another around his waist.
“You are mine, Shi. Always have been.” He started moving.
Kakashi leaned his head against the stone pillar in surrender; there was nothing else he could do. Already his body betrayed him, unconsciously arching into each thrust, making his helplessness to control his own flesh humiliating obvious. Gasps and moans fell from his mouth each time something inside him was struck. Orochimaru always managed to find that spot years ago and apparently hadn’t lost any skill.
“It will be glorious, Kakashi. Sasuke will be my host and you will stand besid. W. We will rule this world. Nothing can stop us.”
No way existed to deny the former Sage’s claims. No power in the world could make Kakashi betray his clan or the children under his care. Even as his body approached release, determination took hold in his heart. This creature would never again hold a place in his heart; instead, the copy ninja finally allowed himself to acknowledge another, someone far more gentle and capable of real love.
“I want you to call my name, Shi. Just like you used to.” A finger touched his throat again. “Let me hear you.”
Things seemed to move faster. Each thrust was deeper, stronger, rubbing over that bundle of nerves. Sensation began to steal Kakashi’s ability to think; he gave in to what his former lover was doing. Small sounds of unconscious encouragement couldn’t be contained. Just hearing them caused shame to rip through Kakashi. However, there was no way to stop. The feel of being gloriously pierced was too good. Pleasure spiraled higher and higher with each invasion. Orochimaru knew his body too well.
“Oh yes, my Love. Give in to me. You know it’s meant to be.” A warm, whinghing snaked over the Lear ninja’s hip. A tongue that wrapped around needy flesh and began to stroke.
If only this were someone else. A special someone.
Kakashi felt a familiar pressure rising in him. Orochimaru felt the tension and sped up causing the silver haired man to writhe. Soon the surrender would be complete; from there it wasn’t very far to bringing Kakashi under his power. Using the tip of his unusually long tongue to caress a small spot between the younger man’s legs, the Sage forced his captive to completion and joined him. Unfortunately, the name echoing in the air was not the expected one.
“IRUKA!”
Orochimaru let Kakashi collapse as he withdrew. It would appear another had usurped his proper place.
“Sleep, Shi,” he whispered, making it so. “Today is not our day. But soon, I will come for both of you and then this interloper will pay for taking my place.”
Like a shadow, the evil man vanished, leaving two unconscious ninja and a dark promise behind him.
Title: Becoming Hokage
Part: Side Story 2/3
Author: Phoenix
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto. I am poor. This fic is for entertainment only.
Pairing: OrochimaruXKakashi
Rating: NC-17 for violence and evil thoughts
Warnings: Evil people, violence, mentions kidnapping, NCS, betrayal, AU, and I wrote it. Can’t deal? Don’t read.
“At least I can make sure we die together,” Kakashi had said. How arrogant those words seemed now. Die together? As if he was anywhere near Orochimaru’s level. It had been child’s play for that demon to disarm him and seal his chakra.
Long ago, they had been lovers; young Kakashi overwhelmed by one of the Sages of the Leaf Clan. Orochimaru, beautiful, powerful, seductive. But when the older man chose to betray the clan, Kakashi remained loyal to his people. Which was how he lost his original eye. No one left Orochimaru without his permission. Not alive. However, the fourth Hokage managed to interfere.
Now, years later, the gap between the two men was still too large. No sooner had his challenge been issued then Kakashi found himself pressed face first against one of the room’s many pillars, his chakra locked away. Hot breath washed over his ear as his once mentor spoke.
“Die together, My Love?” Strangely, the title was not sarcastic. “Do you think I would let you go so easily? I’ve watched you grow stronger; sent challenges to make it so. But you will never be powerful enough to threaten me, Kakashi.”
“What do you want?” The Copy Ninja ground his teeth in frustration. The truth hurt. Yet it was worse being so close to this man’s body again, feel its warmth slowly soaking into him. Placing his hands against the stone, he tried to push away; he might as well have tried moving a mountain. Orochimaru could hold him there as long as the monster wished.
“You know what I want.” A small laugh echoed in the stillness. Kakashi found himself desperately wishing one of the other teachers would come looking for him. Or the Hokage.
“I won’t let you have Sasuke. You’ll have to kill me.”
Orochimaru pressed himself closer. “No, actually that will not be necessary. With your chakra sealed, you have nothing. No powerful techniques. Merely simple hand-to-hand fighting and we both know I will always surpass you in that.”
won won’t let you take him from this place.” Not alive. He’d kill Sasuke before letting Orochimaru have the boy.
“Ah, but you’ve made a mistake, lovely little Kakashi. It’s not the child I’ve come for. Not this time.”
The purred words were accompanied by a hand snaking between Kakashi and the pillar; it cupped his crotch, massaging gently. Shock froze the silver-haired ninja long enough for Orochimaru to feel the pinned body respond.
“Stop it!” The growled order proved Kakashi was still fighting. His arms struggled to push off from the pillar but the other man was unmovable. Desperately, he tried to strike Orochimaru only to find it impossible.
“You don’t really want me to, Shi,” the old term of endearment combined powerfully with the other attempt at seduction. Kakashi felt part of him all too willing to slip into old habits; let the older man lead and take anything he wanted. “You miss me. Want me.”
“My body wants you, not I.” Kakashi thrashed about but was unable to dislodge his enemy and all the movement helped increase the friction of Orochimaru’s hand. Helplessness was both frustrating and terribly arousing. “Stop it!”
“Make me,” Orochimaru taunted. “I know you, Kakashi. What angers you, attracts you. I know how to reduce you to whimpers. The touches that will have you on your knees begging.” His tongue snaked out to caress a small spot on the silver-haired man’s neck; Kakashi’s knees all but collapsed as he shivered in the older man’s arms. “See? Why do you fight? My claiming is ais already assured.”
“No,” Kakashi found himself moaning. “No. I’ve changed. I don’t…don’t.”
His plea was cut off when his throat constricted; a slick invader was already working its way into his body: Orochimaru’s tongue. Kakashi’s hands struggled for purchase on the pillar but found none. He sought to push away from the stone once more and once more was defeated. Strength was fast abandoning his limbs. Instinct dragging the will to fight away; already his legs were slowly opening, granting that cursed tongue further access.
No matter what he tried, Kakashi was as helpless to stop Orochimaru as he had been all those years ago. Then had been rough too; enough to let the young student know who was in charge, but he’d wanted the older man as a lover; wig tog to accept a few bruises in exchange for what he thought was love. Now he realized it wasn’t love; never had been.
“Why?” He groaned as a hand undid his belt and pants. “Why are you doing this? You don’t love me. You used me.” As Sasuke would be used.
The tongue left his body, replaced by a grip on his hips while fabric pooled around his ankles. “Oh but I do love you, my beautiful Kakashi. Why else do you think no one has come to kill you all these years?”
Orochimaru leaned forward, entering his once lover’s body slowly. The action drew a mewl from the copy ninja while a laugh, lacking cruelty, danced in the air. Orochimaru’s former lover would join him this time. First his body, then his mind. Before, stubbornness and innate honor were underestimated in his plans. This time was going to end differently. The Leaf Clan would be destroyed, all except Kakashi and his new host.
Kakashi knew he was lost. No one had warmed his heart or bed in too many years; he’d shut off that part of him for fear of what might awaken should he ever open his heart to another. Pent up emotions, desires, frustrations coursed though him. Not even his thoughts made sense; conflicts and needs each howling to be heard; all that he could manage to grasp were the twin sensations of cool stone against his chest and an invader stoking the fire in his blood higher.
He had to fight back, rebel somehow. This was the man who’d betrayed the Leaf Clan and killed one of Kakashi’s best friends. To just roll over and play slut mocked all those dead from Orochimaru’s deceit. But this was also the man to first love him. The first to show him how wonderful the touch of another could be.
“You don’t love me,” Kakashi managed to gasp. Hands continued to scrabble for purchase; something, anything to anchor him, keep the pending submission at bay. A solid thing to fight the amorphous emotions and sensations burning him alive. Nothing presented itself.
“You are already lost, Shi. Why fight further? Let me love you. Remind you of how it used to be. How it can be again.”
Kakashi was going to argue, use his voice as a weapon, but the touch of a single finger over his voice box silenced any further protests. More touches stopped his struggles. Orochimaru held him up with a strong arm around his chest and another around his waist.
“You are mine, Shi. Always have been.” He started moving.
Kakashi leaned his head against the stone pillar in surrender; there was nothing else he could do. Already his body betrayed him, unconsciously arching into each thrust, making his helplessness to control his own flesh humiliating obvious. Gasps and moans fell from his mouth each time something inside him was struck. Orochimaru always managed to find that spot years ago and apparently hadn’t lost any skill.
“It will be glorious, Kakashi. Sasuke will be my host and you will stand besid. W. We will rule this world. Nothing can stop us.”
No way existed to deny the former Sage’s claims. No power in the world could make Kakashi betray his clan or the children under his care. Even as his body approached release, determination took hold in his heart. This creature would never again hold a place in his heart; instead, the copy ninja finally allowed himself to acknowledge another, someone far more gentle and capable of real love.
“I want you to call my name, Shi. Just like you used to.” A finger touched his throat again. “Let me hear you.”
Things seemed to move faster. Each thrust was deeper, stronger, rubbing over that bundle of nerves. Sensation began to steal Kakashi’s ability to think; he gave in to what his former lover was doing. Small sounds of unconscious encouragement couldn’t be contained. Just hearing them caused shame to rip through Kakashi. However, there was no way to stop. The feel of being gloriously pierced was too good. Pleasure spiraled higher and higher with each invasion. Orochimaru knew his body too well.
“Oh yes, my Love. Give in to me. You know it’s meant to be.” A warm, whinghing snaked over the Lear ninja’s hip. A tongue that wrapped around needy flesh and began to stroke.
If only this were someone else. A special someone.
Kakashi felt a familiar pressure rising in him. Orochimaru felt the tension and sped up causing the silver haired man to writhe. Soon the surrender would be complete; from there it wasn’t very far to bringing Kakashi under his power. Using the tip of his unusually long tongue to caress a small spot between the younger man’s legs, the Sage forced his captive to completion and joined him. Unfortunately, the name echoing in the air was not the expected one.
“IRUKA!”
Orochimaru let Kakashi collapse as he withdrew. It would appear another had usurped his proper place.
“Sleep, Shi,” he whispered, making it so. “Today is not our day. But soon, I will come for both of you and then this interloper will pay for taking my place.”
Like a shadow, the evil man vanished, leaving two unconscious ninja and a dark promise behind him.