First Restraint

Chapter 3

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The boredom was almost crippling now. Sasuke paced back and forth across the rough stone floor until his feet hurt. Kabuto brought meals and other provisions at fairly regular intervals, marking off to Sasuke the time that must have been passing, but Orochimaru did not return. The constant dimness and the confines of the small room made him feel tense and mildly claustrophobic. He found it hard to believe that Orochimaru had so much to attend to that it was causing this extended absence; instead he increasingly felt that he was punished for not agreeing to the terms of engagement that the sannin had hinted at. And being stubborn was not helping him.

“Am I supposed to spend my entire life rotting away down here while your Master deals with more important things?” he commented with irritation the next time Kabuto appeared.

“Our Master…” Kabuto corrected him “is graciously giving you as much time as you need to consider if you still wish to go ahead with your training. I will relay your wishes immediately should you wish to reconsider the conditions.”

“I… don’t even know exactly what these conditions… entail” Sasuke said haltingly. Kabuto might not even know about what Orochimaru had appeared to suggest, and the whole business was so potentially distasteful that Sasuke didn’t particularly want Kabuto to know, if he wasn’t clued in already.

Kabuto felt a wry smile threaten his deadpan expression, but he kept his composure.

“I think it’s merely a small matter of his requiring some personal, ‘quality’ time with you in addition to the time spent training. His mentoring is probably going to be as essential as the physical tuition. I should imagine you will want to form a close working relationship during the training if you want to concentrate, work hard and progress quickly.”

His answer left Sasuke none the wiser. Either he genuinely didn’t know or he was leaving it to Orochimaru to fill him in on the details. It was frustrating, but he hadn’t come this far to fall at the last hurdle now. Orochimaru was his only hope for revenge.

“I’m ready to reconsider” Sasuke said, trying to sound more determined than he felt.

“Very well. Just don’t be foolish enough to underestimate Orochimaru-sama’s patience, he’s been far less lenient with others…He’s unusually fond of you, but you would do well not to push your luck. You’re not infallible you know”


Sasuke was brought food and allowed to bathe again.

Orochimaru returned with expectation in his eyes, looking for all the world like the hunter that had finally cornered its prey. Sasuke shivered.

“What do I have to do?” He said in a small voice that barely registered with him as his own as Orochimaru settled on the bed beside him, far closer than he had sat before.

“For now? Nothing…” Orochimaru soothed as he placed one hand against Sasuke’s chest, gently but firmly pressing him backwards so that he was semi reclining on the pillows behind him. Sasuke lay rigid with dread as Orochimaru’s fingers travelled down, found the obi at his waist and deftly unknotted the sash of material, letting it fall loose onto the bed sheets. The edges of the silk kimono parted just a little, revealing a strip of bare flesh running down to just above his navel. Slowly, savouring the moment, Orochimaru tugged both sides of the garment open as Sasuke closed his eyes so as not to see whatever expression the sannin had on his face. The cold air of the cell washed over his exposed skin, rippling it into goose bumps and hardening his nipples painfully. He resisted the urge to cover himself with his hands by keeping his arms still by his sides but he couldn’t suppress the need to press his thighs together just a bit. For all the good it would do. Even though he couldn’t see Orochimaru he knew he was looking at him. He felt wrong.

Orochimaru gazed in silent pleasure at the exquisite gift unwrapped and laid out before him. His narrow pupils dilated ever so slightly as he drew in every detail of Sasuke’s perfect form. Having lost the puppy fat of his youth his limbs and torso had become long and slender, but he was now just beginning to take on the muscle structure that would fill out and bulk up his figure over the coming years from that of a boy’s into a man’s. His pale skin was smooth and flawless, starkly contrasted against the deep black of the hair that fell against the sides of his beautiful face, and also the tuft of hair appearing at the juncture at the top of his thighs.

Sasuke recoiled slightly and his eyes opened with surprise as Orochimaru unexpectedly reached out to slide his fingers down the side of Sasuke’s face. He traced a line along the length of his jaw to his chin, and then moving slowly down his neck, over the slight protrusion of his Adam’s apple and then into the hollow of his left collarbone. The light touch was tickly, irritating. The exploring touch moved on to his left nipple, skimming over it at first, but returning to trace lazy circles around it. Sasuke fidgeted, trying to draw away from the odd sensation. His chains rattled with the movement, a clear reminder of his inability to escape this situation.

“Be still, Sasuke-kun” Orochimaru was practically lying beside him now, whispering the words against his ear, cold fingers still resting on his chest. Sasuke felt the trail of Orochimaru’s lukewarm breath sweep down along his neck, and then a moment later the touch of lips against the place where he knew the curse seal to be. Where Orochimaru had bitten him and marked him the first time they met, like he was marking ownership of his property. The thought annoyed him immensely. No-one ‘owned’ Uchiha Sasuke.

He stared upwards at the ceiling, trying to will his mind elsewhere as the thoroughly unpleasant stroke of the sannin’s tongue ran along the sharp ridge of his collarbone, and the attention being administered to his left nipple shifted across to the right. Jiraiya had been the one of the three widely known as the pervert, but in a light-hearted, non-threatening way. Jiraiya just couldn’t resist the charms of a pretty woman; Orochimaru’s interest in Sasuke seemed far more unhealthy. He felt tainted in every place he was touched.

Then the awful cold touch was drifting lower, over his belly.

“Don’t” Sasuke’s voice came in a choked cry, little more than a whisper. Orochimaru pressed closer against his side, and he could feel the man nuzzling the side of his head, his face against the soft tousled spikes of his hair, breathing in his scent. Sasuke felt his heartbeat quicken with his increased discomfort, could practically hear the dull thud of blood in his ears. His plea went unheeded as Orochimaru ventured lower still.

And then Sasuke couldn’t take it. At the first brush of unwelcome fingers over his pubic hair, Sasuke tore away from Orochimaru’s grasp and rolled onto his side, ready to upright himself and spring away. It wasn’t even as though he was going to actually get away, he knew that he was chained down and probably locked into the room to boot, but the urge to put distance between himself and the creepy old snake beside him overpowered his logic.

It was as though Orochimaru had sensed that he was going to make a break for it even before Sasuke himself did. Not missing a beat, he had moved as quickly as the boy and pinned him before he had even made it to the edge of the large bed. Face down now on the mattress, he struggled hard to shake Orochimaru off but he was no match for the sannin’s superior weight and strength. Orochimaru simply held him down without saying a word, waiting for him to stop resisting, which was only for the barest couple of minutes with Sasuke in his chakra weakened state. When he was still again, Orochimaru lowered his lips to Sasuke’s ear, which in itself sent a tremor running through the length of his body.

“Lift your hips, Sasuke-kun.” His voice never lost its even, calm tone.

Although still mostly pinned by the upper part of Orochimaru’s body, the Sound leader shifted his weight aside just enough to allow Sasuke some room to move his lower region a little. With one hand holding Sasuke firmly down by the shoulder, he slid the other down the side of Sasuke’s lower torso, urging him to move. Sasuke reluctantly obeyed.

“Good boy”. Orochimaru breathed against the nape of his neck as Sasuke lifted the lower half of his body by shifting his knees forward as much as he was allowed, with his chest still pressed against the bed sheets and his ass up high. He squeezed his eyes shut again with a sense of profound humiliation as Orochimaru slipped a hand down and backwards, past his stomach and hips, and cupped his genitals almost in their entirety as they hung defenceless. He felt blood rush to his cheeks, his face flushing hotly with shame as Orochimaru toyed almost carelessly with his private parts.


“If you expect me to help you, the first thing you have to do is learn your place. Whilst I admire your spirit, we aren’t going to get far unless you heed my commands.” Orochimaru’s tone became light, almost conversational, retaining that slightly mocking undertone. “And you don’t have the time to waste on being obstinate… while you cause delays, Itachi becomes even stronger”. Predictably, he felt that wonderful tensing of muscle beneath him as Sasuke stiffened at the mere mention of that name. “This can be as easy or hard as you choose to make it. You are in control.” And with that, Orochimaru released him.

Sasuke scrambled upright and covered himself as best as he could, glowering at Orochimaru, who looked very much unruffled as he stood beside the bed nonchalantly straightening his kimono, as if nothing had happened at all. His voice however, vaguely betrayed his annoyance.

“I’ll see you again once you’ve calmed down a little” was his parting shot as he left.