A Troublesome Series of Events

Yey for actual smut! xD

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Shikamaru froze, eyes focusing and following Orochimaru's movements. He fought with himself and the fight-or-flight reflex. He felt so much like the deer his family raised when he had to collect antlers from them; he felt trapped and he desperately wanted to move. He knew it wouldn't do him any good and he would be easily caught. He wasn't that fast and he definatly couldn't win a fight, even if it was one-on-one.

He was screwed, figuratively and soon-to-be literally.

Orochimaru didn’t pause in opening the door, swinging it wide. He stepped in, a smirk written across his features as he stepped closer to his so impudent prisoner.

“Sasuke, come join me.” He said, stopping near to the still sitting figure. Sasuke hesitated, eyes meeting Shikamaru’s. Guilt went through them quickly, flushing the shame out of them before he controlled himself more. He didn’t want to force the Nara, but the consequences of not were more than his actual conscience could serve him. He stepped through the doorway, eyes averted from the boy, watching Orochimaru.

Dark eyes widened before they narrowed dangerously, glaring at Sasuke. He knew Sasuke wouldn't help him, but didn't he have enough freewill to refuse something? And he calls Konoha weak, he mused to himself.

Quickly he turned his gaze back onto the snake summoner. "Why can't you just play with Sasuke?" he asked, "You seem to enjoy him enough."

Orochimaru knelt down, hand reaching out to grasp at the Nara’s chin. Sasuke tensed, not liking the situation at all and hating himself for letting it happen. But what could he do at the moment? He wasn’t strong enough yet to kill the snake bastard.

“Because, Shikamaru, you look utterly fuckable yourself.” He said, leaning in until they were only inches apart. His tongue slithered out again, sliding over the olive-toned cheek of the genius.

Shikamaru flinched away from the contact, pulling back. He wiped at his cheek with the back of his hand, his glare growing darker. "And you don't," he retorted back at him.

Sasuke smirked behind Orochimaru’s back, appreciating the Nara’s idiotic display. The snake sannin glared at the young chuunin, grabbing his chin again and directing his face towards him.

“You’re at my mercy. It does not matter what you think of your situation.” He said, his free hand rushing down to grasp the broken bone of the Nara, squeezing.

His glare broke when he closed his eyes and winced, a grunt of pain escaping his lips. He pushed down the urge to pull his arm away, knowing it would only hurt him more.

He was quiet for a couple seconds before letting his shoulders slump a little more. "Fine," he growled out softly. If he didn't fight, maybe it wouldn't hurt as much, he reasoned. He didn't want it and he wouldn't actively participate, but he wouldn't fight.

Orochimaru leaned down, planting a kiss onto the unwilling lips, a smug look taking over his features. He pulled back long enough to call Sasuke over, before he was down again, his long tongue plunging into depths that no one else had known, going deeper than any tongue should ever learn.

Sasuke winced at the spectacle, finding the sight of Orochimaru’s mouth wide, snake-like tongue wriggling into the Nara’s forced apart mouth to be slightly appalling. He stepped forward dutifully, crouching down near the two, but not moving to touch the Nara. Not until he was ordered.

Shikamaru pushed down his urge to bite off the tongue and his gag reflex, knowing the sannin wouldn't appreciate either of those gestures. He stayed still, almost pliant if not for the stiffness in his shoulders and hardness in his eyes, as he continued to glare at the older ninja.

Orochimaru pushed his tongue in further, feeling a mixture of his and the Nara’s spit begin trickling from the side of his lips. He felt warmth begin to fill him at the prospect of taking this unwilling boy, forcing him to do things he’d never done before. He eyed Sasuke out of the corner of his eye, before lifting his hands and shredding the upper clothing from the boy’s torso, exposing his chest and stomach.

Sasuke swallowed, eyes taking in the site of the now exposed boy. He’d certainly matured from the young ninja the Uchiha had grown up with. He found himself tempted to move forward and lick at the skin shown to him, a sick yearning filling him to take Orochimaru’s place at the Nara’s mouth. He shook himself, turning away. He didn’t want to stoop to the snake’s level.

Shikamaru shut his eyes tight, making an uncomfortable sound in the back of his throat. He couldn't hold back a small shiver at the sudden cold, goose bumps quickly rising up on his arms. He'd been so used to constantly wearing long-sleeved shirts and long pants, instead of the short jacket and capri's he'd worn in his youth. He wasn't used to the cold anymore and was more sensitive because of it-- which was quickly noticed by his nipples starting to harden.

Sasuke’s eyes honed in on the change, licking his lips. He held back, knowing it would only serve Orochimaru if he fell to his base urges like that.

The snake pulled back then, having enjoyed the un-denied pleasure of delving deeply into the boy’s throat. He glanced down, smirking at the obvious affect of cold. His hand traced down, circling one pert bud, while he let his tongue slide down to do the same. While raising the Nara’s nipples to even harder peaks, his free hand slid down to the hem, slipping under and beginning to pull that down and away as well.

Shikamaru shivered at the new sensation. For once, he wished he hadn't been so lazy and let someone pursue him so he wasn't so sensitive. He bit at the inside of his cheeks to hold back another noise. He shifted away from the second hand on reflex, opening his eyes just a little.

“Sasuke... join me.” Orochimaru bid, tweaking at the nipples under his touch. He pushed the offensive pants down, gripping the underway and shoving it down the Nara’s hips without looking down. He was enjoying what he was doing; he wouldn’t ruin it with seeing the Nara un-aroused by his actions.

Sasuke wasn’t sure where he could ‘join in’ on. The snake bastard was occupying most of the boy’s body. He lifted his eyes from the luscious body being defiled, settling on the half-mast eyes. He leaned in, compelled now that a slithering appendage wasn’t half-way choking him. He made sure the kiss was soft, sliding his tongue across the bottom lip. Asking for entrance.

A half whimper escaped him and his eyes snapped open all the way, staring at Sasuke's face-- or at least trying to. He fought against the urge to kiss back, liking the soft kiss plenty more than the sannin's intrusion from before.

He wasn't going to do anything, he wasn't going to be active, and he certainly wasn't going to enjoy this.

Orochimaru noticed the suppressed sound come from the boy upon Sasuke finally touching him. He let a devious smile trek across his face, before pulling away from the boy completely. Sasuke didn’t notice, looking back into Shikamaru’s eyes. He let his tongue slip in, swiping in a much gentler way then the older shinobi had done. He pulled his tongue back, trying to coax Shikamaru into responding.

Orochimaru allowed Sasuke, who was becoming much more engrossed in the kiss then the Uchiha had probably planned, to move over and into a more accessible position to the Nara. He would let them have their fun, finding it much more interesting to see the Nara fight against something he clearly enjoyed.

Shikamaru couldn't stop a soft whine from coming out, a light blush rising onto his cheeks when he realized it was him. Hesitantly, he pulled away from the kiss and glanced away. Calming down his breathing, he looked back over at Sasuke again with a small-- unnoticed by himself-- pout.

Sasuke smirked down at Shikamaru, finding the pout to be endearing. He began sliding his leg over the Nara’s lap, preparing to straddle him, when he realized just where he was and what he was doing. He continued the motion, if only to appear casual, but paused in his soft smirking. He’d been going soft on the boy, more so then was strictly necessary.

“Shikamaru…” Sasuke whispered, his hand palming the other’s organ while he leaned down again to capture his lips, this time applying a bit more force into it.

He leaned back just a little on his hands, wincing and once again easing up his weight on them. His eyes widened and he squirmed, his breath catching in his throat with a gasp. Shikamaru shut his eyes tightly and whined again into the new kiss.

Sasuke wrapped his fingers around the quickly hardening length, pumping it slowly while he took his time coaxing Shikamaru’s tongue to actually move during the kiss. His other hand wondered aimlessly, his mind focused on other things, until he felt something soft under the tips. Looking up, he saw that he’d fisted the other’s pony-tail.

“Your hair is soft…” He said after pulling back. He hadn’t thought it would be, considering the amount of care it probably didn’t get.

Shikamaru couldn't hold back a breathy groan, releasing it into the kiss. He panted at the break, trying to calm his pulse and mind. He grunted in the back of his throat as his hair was pulled, the slight pain clearing his head enough to focus on what Sasuke was saying.

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the comment. It wasn't like he didn't try to shower everyday-- that was one of the few things he kept up with. He hated being dirty (except maybe grass stains; he'd grown used to them). And of course Ino had to find that out and insist on buying only the best hair products for her teammate. But he didn't have to pay for them or shop, so he didn't complain for once.

Orochimaru frowned, quickly becoming bored with all the soft sentiments and near adoration riding the once delicious air. He didn’t want to see the two ‘love making’ in front of him. Who treated a prisoner like a friend?

“Sasuke… You’re being too soft on our prisoner. Would you like me to show you how?” He said, letting his tongue slide out to emphasize some of what he could do to show Sasuke. The Uchiha looked up, glaring slightly. He hadn’t really forgotten the older ninja was there, but he’d stopped paying attention.

Shikamaru hadn't forgotten either, but he still froze at his voice. He turned his face away from Orochimaru's view, a slight flush of shame coming onto his face. He stopped himself from squirming uncomfortably, knowing it wouldn't help him.

“No. I don’t need your help.” Sasuke said coldly. He turned away from the snake, back to the practically naked Nara beneath him. He hadn’t been asked to rape anyone yet… Dispose of, yes, but not rape. He was determined to make Shikamaru like it, to stay above the despicable sannin.

He increased the pace of his hand, leaning down to kiss the boy again, a more brutal passion accompanying the action. He slipped his free hand away from the soft locks, descending down until he had his finger positioned at the untouched entrance. He resisted the urge to end the kiss and say ‘sorry’, knowing that would be considered too soft for Orochimaru.

He did squirm then, releasing a soft gasp before making a displeased sound. He really didn't want to go that far. He could easily ignore and live with himself for allowing just touching or... something. He knew he didn't have a choice, but... anal sex? He didn't even see how that could feel good, despite anything he may have heard from Ino's town gossiping.

The snake sannin sat back again, licking his lips slowly as he appreciated the sound Shikamaru had made. He eyed Sasuke’s finger, beginning to slip in and out of the tight hole, a second one quickly joining to begin stretching. Of course, he didn’t plan on letting Sasuke have the fun of deflowering the little Nara…

Sasuke broke the kiss, inhaling deeply, panting slightly. His fingers tightened over Shikamaru’s shaft, hoping to bring him more pleasure then pain. He stared into the Nara’s eyes for a few seconds, trying to convey his feelings, the sensations that he only barely understood himself. He didn’t know why he was feeling so much, he shouldn’t have been. It was just sex, not even rape, but he found himself loathing Orochimaru more than ever.

Shikamaru felt his heart skip a beat, pausing before looking away and closing his eyes. He didn't want to know Sasuke cared about what he was doing. He just wanted it over and done with, so he could forget it. He wanted to watch clouds, wanted to steal one of Choji's chips, wanted to ignore Ino, and wanted to--

"Aah--" his breath caught again as he furrowed his eyebrows and arched up a little off the stone ground.

Sasuke averted his eyes when Shikamaru closed his. He didn’t want to think much on what he was doing either, but he had to. If he stopped thinking he’d go ‘soft’ on Shikamaru again, as apparently was his nature. He had to concentrate on appeasing Orochimaru’s tastes as well as his own.

He saw the trail of saliva still glistening from the corner of the Nara’s lips. He felt a sudden surge of rage, remembering what the snake had done to Shikamaru before ordering him to join in. He leaned down, eyes blazing as he licked from the bottom of the trail all the way to the original corner in one swipe, initiating another forceful kiss while adding a third finger.

Shikamaru let out a sharp whine as the brief moment of pleasure was replaced with a stinging pain from the third finger. He pulled away from the kiss, though, still short of breath and he didn't want his lungs to start burning if he could help it.

He opened his eyes as he panted, but not staring at anything in particular.

Sasuke paused, leaning his head down so he could breathe out against Shikamaru’s ear, taking in desperately needed air. He wanted to take his time stretching Shikamaru, let the boy adjust to the intrusion, but he knew what that action would be labeled as. He licked the lobe of Shikamaru’s ear, taking it into his mouth and nibbling around the earring, about the only comforting thing he could do at the moment.

Orochimaru smirked, satisfied with Sasuke’s work. He could tell the Nara was enjoying what was being done to him, all except for the fingers. It would be delicious to steal his virginity. He was almost stretched enough for Orochimaru’s tastes.

He shivered at the breath ghosting against his skin, his small hairs standing on end. He tried to hold back a moan, not really succeeding. His ears always had been sensitive, which was one of the reasons why he always kept his hair tied up-- sometimes it just tickled too much and a laughing shinobi wasn't very threatening or useful for that matter.

Sasuke smirked, flicking his tongue out against the hoop piercing the cartilage between his teeth. He started up the side, nibbling lightly at the shell of the Nara’s ear, slowing his pumping down and sliding his thumb over the by now dripping end of the Nara. His fingers were still moving, Shikamaru still tight, but it was obvious he was loosening, relaxing.

“Sasuke, move back. He’s ready.” Orochimaru commanded. Sasuke paused in everything he was doing, his hot breath stilling against Shikamaru’s ear. He pulled back, knowing if he didn’t he might just get thrown back.

“He’s still tight.” He said matter of factly. Orochimaru sighed, stepping up while sliding his pants down his hips and thighs, exposing his own erection to the cool air.

“All the more pleasure when I fuck him, Sasuke.” Orochimaru explained, shooing Sasuke out of the way. The Uchiha remained, wondering if he would really allow this… Orochimaru glared down at him, eyes promising things far worse then he’d experienced at the hands of anyone. Glancing back at Shikamaru, he got up, feeling a heavy weight in his chest he hadn’t felt in a very long time. Guilt.

Shikamaru's heart thudded in his chest, from both arousal and a desperation to get away. He gulped in as much air to calm himself as he could during the pause in the assault on his body. He focused on both of the two ninjas, trying to focus on what they were saying.

He watched them both carefully, eyes dazed but holding traces of hate and fear as well. He tried to stay relaxed and fighting his instincts to tighten and lock his body.

Orochimaru knelt down, his hands grasping the back of each knee, lifting the legs up and spreading. He frowned, not liking the position. He instead gripped the Nara’s waist with both hands, lifting him roughly from the ground and then slamming him into the wall. He forced the Nara’s legs apart, wrapping them around his own waist, dripping erection poised at the opening.

“I’d say relax, but I know you’ll hate me too much to listen…” Orochimaru murmured with glee, taking the boys hands and crushing the wrists together, shoving them behind the boy’s own back so that the broken one was pressed against the wall by the intact one, pinned against the stone wall by his own weight.

His head hit the wall, thunking loudly, and he let out a grunt of pain. He winced in further pain as his wrists twisted and he strained and wiggled against the Oto-nin, whimpering. He sucked in a long, shuddering breath and shot Orochimaru a glare.

"Just get it over with," he hissed, knowing this wouldn't be half as pleasant as what Sasuke had just been doing.

Orochimaru smirked wider, shoving in as deep as he could without further pause, intent on wiping the memory of Sasuke sweet caresses away. He used a hand to keep his wrists pinned, moving the other one down to begin pumping the erection that had been neglected until then.

Sasuke winced, watching as Orochimaru began slamming in and out, a wash of blood staining his pelvis as he did so, making sure that every rocking motion pushed more weight onto Shikamaru’s broken wrist.

His body arched away from the pain, a choked cry rising from his throat. He quickly bit at his lip to silence himself and shut his eyes, trying not to focus on it. He trembled lightly and bit down harder on his own lip until it split.

He refused to scream for the sannin's pleasure, but he couldn't hold back the small sounds of pain from each new thrust.

Orochimaru grinned down at the boy, pushing into him harder, feeling the hot blood rush over his hard length, rubbing pleasure into his system like an aphrodisiac. He felt the hot warmth in his lower stomach tighten with every pained sound Shikamaru made, loving how he was slowly crushing the body under him, smashing his weight into his broken bones. His tongue slithered out and began lapping at his bleeding lower lip, enjoying the metallic liquid immensely.

Sasuke turned his head away, biting his own lip. He didn’t like what was going on and if he watched, he wasn’t sure what he would do. He didn’t trust himself.

Shikamaru shuddered in pain, his eyebrows drawing together. He caught himself before he bit down on Orochimaru's tongue. He wanted to hurt him back, make him go away, but he knew doing that would only make it worse for himself.

He just hoped that after this, he would be ignored until he could think up a plan.

Orochimaru felt the convulsion go through the Nara’s body, tightening the entrance that was currently milking him deliciously. It was enough to let him know he was a few firm thrusts away from releasing. In that time he abandoned the bleeding lips, moving to the neck and biting down as hard as he could, letting his release control the amount of strength he put into the bite.

Sasuke remained turned away, hearing the sounds of the sannin’s completion and Shikamaru’s pained and uncomfortable noises. His hands balled into fists, but he remained still. He wasn’t sure what, but he couldn’t allow for this again, not while he stood and watched.

Shikamaru released his lip and let out a pained cry, a few tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He wasn't sure, but he wouldn't be surprised if a bite-sized chunk of his flesh was missing from the side of his neck. He didn't let his body give out and relax yet, not knowing if the snake summoner was truly done or not.

Orochimaru pulled out, letting go of the flesh under his teeth. The mark he’d left would become a deep scar unless he let Kabuto see to it. He let his tongue snake out again, lapping languidly at the thick red blood leaking out from the wound. He used his other hand to push the legs around his waist down, getting ready to drop the boy to the ground.

“If only I had the time, Shikamaru. We could have so much more fun.” He stated, flicking his tongue one last time before the body he’d just penetrated was dropped like something worthless to him. Sasuke winced at the sound, fist tightening. Orochimaru would pay…

He automatically flinched away from the tongue, shuddering again. He swallowed back a whimper as it formed in his throat, his body searing from the pain. He looked up at his rapist and glared as darkly as he could, panting once again to bring air into his lungs. He held his tongue, wanting to shoot a retort back at the villain, but also just wanting him to leave.

“Sasuke, tend to him. I want him alive so I can play with him more.” Orochimaru stated, straightening his clothing and stepping out of the cell. He could sense Sasuke’s affronted anger on the air and he loved it. He was able to take everything Sasuke loved and taint it before his very eyes.

Sasuke turned and strode to Shikamaru’s side the moment he was gone, wincing as internally as he could at the sight, though he was sure he must have partially flinched externally as well. Shikamaru was bleeding heavily from the shoulder, some more blood trickled from his mouth, his bare skin looked bruised in places and he had a pool of blood and semen growing under his legs. He stood, turning to the cell door.

“Stay there, I’m going to get clothes and gauze.” He stated before moving out of the cell, leaving it open. He doubted Shikamaru could even walk after that.

Shikamaru lifted his good hand up and clutched at his neck, hoping to stop the flow of blood just a little. He didn't want to faint, too-- getting raped and screaming like a girl was embarrassing and shameful enough-- and he was already feeling faint and dizzy. He licked his bottom lip, flinching as his tongue dipped into the wound and pulled it open farther.

He only snapped back to himself completely when he noticed it was completely quiet. Glancing around in panic, he spotted no one there and the door open. He was tempted to try and walk, but he knew he wouldn't get far in this condition-- if he could get anywhere.

He felt his eyes burn with the beginning of tears again and he tried his hardest to keep them at bay. This wasn't going to end soon, or well, he knew that. But seeing the door open and freedom staring him in the face and not being able to move more than one arm without a searing pain rushing through his body... It hit him suddenly that he really was helpless, no matter what plan he could come up with and no matter how hopeful and determined he was. He was probably going to be dead by the time this was over, one way or the other.

And he couldn't stop his body from trembling or shaking and he couldn't hold back the tears anymore as they slid down his cheeks.