First Restraint

...and here comes the smut :P



Chapter 4





Kabuto stepped aside in surprise as Orochimaru swept past him in the corridor and back in the direction of his personal quarters, much sooner than he had expected to see him. The preoccupied, unseeing gaze which swept over Kabuto without the slightest hint of acknowledgement as his passed, and slightly down turned corners of his mouth, spoke volumes. Kabuto, as one of the few people to ever have gained the ability to read genuine emotion from Orochimaru’s usually cold, implacable exterior, could tell that things had not gone as intended. Sasuke must have rejected him yet again. And continued rejection probably wasn’t the sort of thing that Orochimaru would be able to stand for long. What Orochimaru wanted, he usually got, one way or another.



Sasuke glared reproachfully at Kabuto as he entered the room, still hunched defensively on the bed and clasping the edges of the kimono together at his chest. Pathetic. It was both amusing and irritating to observe how Orochimaru actually kept backing down before the little shit, when Kabuto himself would have given anything to receive such lascivious attention from his Master. He stepped right up to the bed and observed the dark -haired brat frostily.



“He is far too lenient on you” he sneered. “Orochimaru-sama could break you in a second if he so chose to. Still, carry on… if you fancy seeing just how far you can push the boundaries.” And with a cruel smirk just tugging on one side of his mouth, he casually flipped down a small lever barely concealed within edge of the bed frame.



Sasuke yelped with surprise as the winding mechanism on the chains attached to his wrists and ankles suddenly whirred to life, first hauling him bodily into the centre of the bed, and then wrenching his arms and legs apart to the four corners of the frame in a perfect spread-eagle as the chains drew tight. Sasuke screwed his eyes shut and braced for the chains to keep winding and neatly dislocate all of his limbs at once, but they drew just tight enough to limit his movements and stopped, locking with a click on some pre-set length intended to hold him still but not hurt him. He didn’t even attempt to struggle. Instead he gave Kabuto as black a look as he could muster, despite the growing realisation of how un-intimidating he looked. Kabuto stepped up to the edge of the bed and looked down his nose at him. Then, slowly and deliberately, he leant forward so that his face was right beside Sasuke’s.



“He could have taken what he wanted without even trying” Kabuto breathed huskily into his ear. Sasuke shivered. “Would you prefer it so?”.



“Release me”.



Kabuto looked disapprovingly at him a few moments longer, then back away and flipped the switch back to its usual position. The chains slackened a little, and as Sasuke sat up again they slid easily back out of the mechanism as he pulled on them.



“I will inform Orochimaru-sama that you have requested his presence once more, Whatever you do this time though, on your own head be it”.





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Sasuke was fully on edge the following night, now knowing for certain what Orochimaru’s visit would bring. He fidgeted, paced the floor back and forth as far as his chains would allow, tossed and turned in his shallow sleep. The waiting for something to happen was maddening, Sasuke just wanted whatever he had to do to just be over already.



Too preoccupied to even notice the presence he anticipated, Sasuke started at the sound of the cell door clicking softly shut. He sat up and looked over his shoulder slowly, warily. Orochimaru stood there, as ever dressed in a kimono, just one eye visible through the parting of his hair, glowing eerily in the dim candle light.



“I come at your request, Sasuke-kun” the snake drawled.



Sasuke looked away, saying nothing. Having nothing to say. His throat felt tight.



There was near silence, only the quiet shifting of material as Orochimaru approached. The mattress dipped behind him as it took the Sannin’s weight. Sasuke stared hard at a crack in the wall, stifling a shiver as Orochimaru placed his hands lightly on his shoulders, then grasped the material of the kimono, drawing it down his torso to pool at his waist, stopped by the obi tied there. There was purpose, determination, in his touch as Orchimaru’s cold fingers slid back up the bare flesh of his arms, Sasuke’s skin rippling into gooseflesh in their wake. The next equally unpleasant sensation was that of Orochimaru nuzzling the nape of his neck, breathing softly into his hair, and then those unwanted fingertips hovering over his chest, tracing light circles over his nipples as he had done before, which hardened against his will under the icy touch. Sasuke’s brow creased, he stared even harder at the wall, the jagged angles of the line of the crack, the discolouration of the stone around it…



He made an involuntary sharp intake of breath as Orochimaru suddenly and cruelly pinched his nipples, the brief flash of pain breaking his intense concentration, and he instinctively backed away from it a little, backwards to press against Orochimaru’s torso directly behind his.



“My most heartfelt apologies Sasuke-kun, if I’m boring you” he whispered against Sasuke’s ear. “Maybe we should try something different”. The hands left his chest, ghosting down over his ribs, sliding over his hipbones, and he felt their tug on the material wrapped around his waist. He swallowed the thick lump of saliva in his throat sickly, held his arms stiffly at his sides as the kimono slackened, and then the scant protection it offered removed as the material was drawn away.



“Don’t be afraid Sasuke-kun” Orochimaru almost cooed. “there is no need for your heart to be beating so fast..”



“I’m not afraid” Sasuke growled, the first words he had spoken since Orochimaru had appeared.



Orochimaru brought a hand up to grasp Sasuke by the chin and twist his head round a little so that they were nearly face to face. Their eyes met briefly, but Sasuke couldn’t hold his gaze with those hideous eyes, and he turned his own away, looking past Orochimaru instead for a few moments before he felt the tip of Orochimaru’s awful tongue tracing an exploratory line over his lips. Then it became more probing, and still being held by his chin in that uncomfortable twisted-round position, Sasuke relented , squeezing his eyes shut to spare him some of the horror as he opened his mouth and allowed Orochimaru in. In a mere second, Orochimaru’s lips were crushed against his, in a violent, hungry kiss that almost made Sasuke gag. The revolting snake tongue wrapped around his own as it lay as if stunned by shock in his mouth, trying to coax some reciprocal movement from it, with little success. Unperceivable to Sasuke, Orochimaru’s eyes narrowed slightly with annoyance.



Sasuke’s eyes flew open and he broke away from the kiss sharply as Orochimaru’s other hand slid between his thighs to grasp his exposed penis. Orochimaru held him close, tightly, in an unspoken warning against attempting to struggle away, as he lightly stroked the soft flesh there while the rest of Sasuke sat rigid in his arms. Sasuke shut his eyes again, mortified beyond belief, not wanting to link what he was feeling with what he was seeing, since the stroking, although weird initially, wasn’t that all that unpleasant. He flinched slightly when Orochimaru’s lips were on his again, but obediently opened his mouth to the tongue that continued to explore the slick interior of his mouth eagerly, and wished for it to all end.



A low chuckle rumbled in Orochimaru’s throat suddenly and he broke the kiss this time, drawing back to look at Sasuke slyly. Sasuke opened his eyes slowly, apprehensively, his mouth still slightly open, lips wet with saliva… a pretty sight that further quickened the Sound nin’s blood.



“Sauke-kun…” the words a soft, whispered hiss “have you noticed…”



The voice trailed off as Orochimaru stopped stroking and squeezed instead, and Sasuke gasped with shock at both the sensation and realization. Orochimaru chuckled again quietly as Sasuke’s pale cheeks pinked in a hot, embarrassed flush as he became aware that he had become semi hard under Orochimaru’s ministrations.



“No..” he croaked a weak denial even as that one word trailed off into an agitated groan as Orochimaru squeezed and stroked his increasingly sensitive length. Nothing about his current situation should be turning him on, and certainly enough in his mind he was freaked out, but his body seemed to be turning traitor on him. The boy’s obvious distress amused Orochimaru immensely, but he played along with a tone of mock sympathy.



“Relax, Sasuke-kun” He urged Sasuke to shift around to face him, and then he pressed him firmly backwards to recline on the pillows. Sasuke numbly complied. Orochimaru himself stretched himself out languidly beside him, and kept up with that maddening stroking, gentle for a moment, then squeezing and using rougher, firmer movements. Sasuke’s fingers gripped the sheets beside him as Orochimaru twinned this sensation with tracing circles around the nearest nipple with the tip of his tongue. He wanted to shut his eyes again, but without the sight of Orochimaru adding context to the situation he was finding the feelings somehow pleasurable. He wanted Orochimaru to stop, the words hovered on the very tip of his tongue, but what if he did stop? It would just be the same thing again, returning to boredom and being ignored until he buckled and asked him back again. He finally allowed his eyes to slip shut again, as he chewed his lip, lost in his thoughts. Wherever this was going, if he could just hold out a little longer…





It snuck up on him so swiftly and imperceptibly, Sasuke almost didn’t know what had happened. He had clamped his teeth down sharply on his lip just before his eyes had flown open in surprise and a sharp, somewhat high pitched cry had burst forth from his mouth as his body arched off the pillows with the power of the intense flash of sensation that shot through him. And then he collapsed back again, eyes closed as little bright flashes danced behind his eyelids, his breath coming in shallow gasps and his muscles twitching a little. For a wonderful few moments, his mind went totally blank. Then he dropped back down to reality with a thump as he felt the wet swipe of Orochimaru’s tongue against his chin, lapping at the drop of blood that welled up from his bitten lip. The fingers encircling him moved a little again, and Sasuke inhaled sharply at the sudden sensitivity in his groin, but the movement also made him aware of something far more unpleasant. A feeling of wetness, once warmed by his body heat, now turning chilly in the cold air, and unbelievable as it seemed, Sasuke’s dull mind finally put two and two together.



Too shocked to even have the grace to blush, Sasuke watched with glazed eyes as Orochimaru leered at him whilst tracing two fingertips over Sasuke’s lower belly, sliding them slowly through the sticky blobs dotting his skin here and there.



“Sssasuke-kun…”



“Get the fuck away from me” Sasuke spoke, but the harsh words held no impact in his strained voice.



“Sasuke-kun” Orochimaru persisted. “This isn’t finished yet..”



“Wh…what? He said with incomprehension, as Orochmaru backed off enough to unfasten the obi of his own kimono and let it slide from his long, pale body. Sasuke looked on for a few moments, noticing how Orochimaru was actually fairly well built and probably far more physically powerful than his translucent skin and fine boned features would lead anyone to believe, but then he quickly averted his eyes in horror. Orochimaru missed nothing.



“Now Sasuke-kun, it’s selfish to take one’s own pleasure and then offer nothing in return” The amused tone returned to his voice.



“That wasn’t… I didn’t enjoy anyth..” Sasuke faltered, his usually implacable composure slipping fast before the older, naked and obviously aroused Sannin, and finally fell silent completely as Orochimaru swept his fingers across Sasuke’s stomach and held them, coated and glistening in the dim light, before his dismayed face.



“I don’t believe you, Sasuke-kun” he whispered ominously. He leant back in towards Sasuke, hovering over his prone body, stricken black eyes locked with yellow snake ones. And then drawing down closer still, the Sound leader used his position and superior body weight to press his hips in-between Sasuke’s legs. Sasuke very visibly cringed at the odd sensation of Orochimaru’s hard arousal pressing lightly against his own softening cock, and mere moments later, the touch of Orochimaru’s cold fingers creeping under his balls and smearing the come that coated them over his asshole wrung out a low growl of protest. Orochimaru shifted again a little, urging Sasuke’s thighs still further open.



Chains rattled loudly in the oppressive silence of the cell as Sasuke suddenly reached out to grab Orochimaru’s arm just as he guided the head of his cock to rest in the mucus slicked over his entrance. Sasuke’s eyes were wide with genuine alarm now. Such a delicious expression only served to urge Orochimaru on that much quicker. Ignoring the weak grip on his arm, Orochimaru closed the gap between their tense bodies, covering Sasuke’s trembling torso with his own as he pushed firmly forwards.



Sasuke squirmed for a second or two as his sphincter resisted the intrusion, and then a scream that sounded alien even to his own ears, tore lose from his throat as Orochimaru’s cock was finally forced halfway into him. The humiliation was one thing, but he had been totally unprepared for the intensity of the physical pain. His hands went feebly to Orochimaru’s hipbones, trying to push him away, but he just didn’t have the strength, and Orochimaru smiled cruelly as he rewarded Sasuke’s efforts by burying himself right to the base, forcing another agonized scream from the youth as his anus was forced even wider around Orochimaru’s girth. The tormented look on Sasuke’s face, unchecked tears of utter distress welling under his dark lashes and sliding down his cheeks, was as intoxicating as the exquisite tight heat that surrounded him.



“Sasukeee….” He breathed as he withdrew a little and slowly sheathed himself again as Sasuke groaned beneath him. His bitten lip had started to bleed again, and Orochimaru lowered his head to lap at the dribble of blood, before latching back on to Sasuke’s lips as he fell into the rhythm of slowly, deeply fucking him. Sasuke had never felt so completely violated. His breath came in short, harsh gasps every time he was impaled, seemingly split in two by the impossibly huge-feeling shaft of pain deep within his entrails. He felt the strong, merciless grip of Orochimaru’s hands suddenly on the undersides of thighs, forcing his legs up and in towards his body, almost bending him double and leaving his rear end more exposed.



The next thrust went impossibly deep in this new position. Sasuke screamed yet again as his body went rigid with a whole new intensity of pain, and then he lost it. He thrashed against Orochimaru, clawing desperately at any part of him within reach, his nails raking across pale skin leaving angry red stripes, his eyes screwed shut against the tears that flowed freely down his cheeks regardless. If it was even hurting the man whose unchanging, narrow snake eyes rarely betrayed any hint of emotion, it was impossible to tell. Orochimaru held him down until he gave up and became still again.



“Get off of me” Sasuke’s hoarse voice finally regained the ability to form words amidst the cries and gasps. Orochimaru gazed silently down at his flushed face with a look of something like a mocking disinterest in his obvious agony. Hating himself for his weakness, Sasuke spoke again.



“No more… please..”



“Anyone would think that you weren’t enjoying being fucked” Orochimaru spoke quietly, enjoying each word, almost hissing the last one for effect and relishing the way that it made Sasuke cringe with embarrassment. “You’re so tense.. and so tight … this must be your first time, hmm..?” Leaning into him to keep his legs back, Orochimaru ground his hips lazily against Sasuke’s backside, enjoying the look of distress etched deeply into his handsome features. He shifted his balance to one arm and brought his free hand up to Sasuke’s chest, tracing the firm lines of the muscles under smooth, flawless skin, tormenting his taut little nipples again. “Your body is perfect”.



So similar in build to Itachi, truly brothers.



But Orochimaru had only looked upon Itachi, had never had the chance to experience aesthetic perfection physically. Until now. Sasuke had been worth the pursuit, the risks, the agonising waiting. This made it all worthwhile. This body was his to worship as he pleased until it was finally his own beautiful form, powerful, perfect.



But what of the soul it housed? That also was a unique and interesting thing.

As it was now, inside the body he so craved, using that body to give movement, expression, show its feelings, the way it reacted to him. But once it became his body, some of the aspects that so allured him now would be lost forever. Sad, a pity maybe, but unavoidable. All the more reason to appreciate them fully for the present.



“Sassssukeee”. He savoured the name on his lips as he savoured the smooth skin beneath his fingertips, the heated flesh around his cock. Although absorbed as if in a trance by these finer details, Orochimaru was becoming gradually more aware of his body reaching it’s limit, of the pleasure becoming simply too much to hold back anymore. Bending in close he increased the speed of his thrusts, Sasuke’s ragged breathing loud against his ear, seemingly urging him on if it weren’t for the expression of sheer agony on his face. It was too much… too much…



The salty drops of water still ran down his cheeks but Sasuke had ceased to feel them, was not conscious of even making them anymore. His hands, balled into tight fists, gripped helplessly at the sheets beneath him… there being no point in attempting to raise them anymore against his assailant. He was grateful for the feeling of numbness beginning to steal over his raw and abused rectum, but the stabbing ache deep inside from each penetration still robbed him of his very breath, made his body jerk involuntarily as it sought escape where there was no hope of it. Orochimaru’s nails dug into his thighs as he held Sasuke’s legs apart, and then Sasuke felt the change of tempo; the movement of the san nin’s hips faster, but shallower. Long, silky black hair slid against his cheek and he became aware of Orochimaru’s breath in his ear, becoming somewhat laboured, although not to the extent of his own.



“I can’t… hold back any longer… Sasukeee…. I’m going to come… inside you” Orochimaru’s rasping voice came out disjointedly as he drove his hips against Sasuke rapidly. For a moment or two the words didn’t mean anything to him, they seemed to echo around his head until the implication hit him hard enough to make the bile rise in the back of his throat. Orochimaru sheathed himself once again deep and hard, a loud hiss of breath escaping through clenched teeth as his cock spasmed, and he emptied his desire deep inside Sasuke’s body. Sasuke merely groaned, a long, low sound of pain, humiliation and defeat.



Minutes or hours could have passed to Sasuke as he lay pinned beneath Orochimaru. Gradually the Sound leader’s breathing evened out, and his yellow eyes opened, pupils narrowing again as Sasuke came back into focus before him, the boy’s wide, wet black eyes locked on him with a deliciously indescribable look. Regretfully, he withdrew and released Sasuke, and sat idly combing back his slightly tousled hair with his fingers before redressing himself neatly in his kimono, watching Sasuke curiously out of the corner of his eye, waiting for a reaction. Still the lean chest heaved with each breath, but otherwise he lay half propped against the pillows, almost motionless, as though still held down under the weight of Orochimaru’s body. The gaze that had seemed fixed on him while they were still joined had not followed him when he moved, Sasuke now appeared to be staring off at some unknown point in space, vaguely catatonic in appearance. Orochimaru approached him with interest, and after a moment’s deliberation, flicked his long snakelike tongue out and drew it slowly up one tear-slick cheek. The resulting tremor that visibly shook Sasuke’s body reassured Orochimaru of his consciousness.



“Good night, Sasuke-kun” he whispered as he took his leave of the cell.