Territory Which None Trod
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Awaken
Territory Which None Trod
Pairing(s): ItaSasu; OroKabu; KakaSasu
Warnings: Slight non-con, violence, gore, angst
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any characters from it! (I would if I could!)
Updates: Gosh, I'm so sorry I made you wait that long, but I made it up to you in this chapter ^^;
Chapter VI: Awaken
Sasuke simply stared at the man in the sinister mask.
The loud, aggressive cawing of crows scrabbling past his bay window startled him and broke the strange silence. Shadows of the birds climbed across the floor as they flew past, flittering along the porcelain mask.
They watched each other until Sasuke flickered his eyes over to the wall where kunais and shuriken hung from the wall in place of keys. His hand attempted to reach it in time, but the man caught hold of his thin wrist in a surprisingly strong hold. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you…attacking an ANBU member leads to Council Martial.”
Sasuke glared at him, the hand at his wrist, and then back at him before answering gruffly, “But you’re not really ANBU, are you…?”
***
Kakashi disappeared in a plume of smoke and leaves before Tsunade's very eyes. She snorted, he just couldn't let go, could he? But she too understood--she had loved someone one upon a time as well...
"Off to raid Kakashi-san's liquor, I guess." She sighed, walking in and closing the door, this was a fight for Sasuke by Kakashi only--she could not interfere, not even with all the love in the world.
***
The jounin appeared just around the corner from Sasuke's apartment for his strife could only take him so far. Inside he was a mess and he knew it, but he just kept that same aloof expression on for the sake of himself. Breaking into a run as soon as he reached the actual corner, he stopped suddenly as he saw a figure over the wavering horizon. A figure he recognized as an ANBU. But Kakashi knew better, that is, after Tsunade had clued him in. How could he have been so stupid as to not even notice those tiny hints? Like when Kakashi asked one guard to leave, and both left even without question, or the very night Sasuke had come back? When Sasuke slept and Kakashi lie in bed, not able to sleep, he could have sworn he saw a shadow pass over the bedroom window. And when they had first been introduced?
[i]Tsunade walked over to the two tall, masked men, turning to Kakashi. "Don't you worry; these two will protect our last Uchiha." Kakashi's eyes shifted to the two as well. He swore he heard the man snort under his breath. At that time, he couldn't even fathom why, but now looking at it with hindsight, it all made sense.
"What are your credentials, men?"
"Six successful A-rank missions, Eight C-rank, Thirteen D. Failed missions...none. I've been out of commission for a while." The black-haired one answered. His bored voice muffled by a mask that of a crow with a twisted beak. The second one didn't answer, and instead, shifted uncomfortably. He had the mask of a shark. Tsunade chuckled awkwardly, "This one doesn't speak, eh...that much. But he's also got very good credentials on his reports."
Kakashi nodded and sighed heavily, squeezing the bridge of his nose before saying, "Then I'll leave it to you, then." Without much of any parting save for those, he vanished inside a mess of smoke and leaves.[/i]
Yes, in hindsight, it was pretty obvious; he just wished he had had foresight instead. The figure in the horizon came closer, and the sky rumbled above the two, first patters of rain starting to fall down. The form of the man started to transform, bending, bloating, until finally exploding in a shower of water, leaving behind a very smug looking shark shinobi.
“Kisame!” Kakashi spat, surprised he had been fooled so easily.
“Funny how we keep meeting like this, Kakashi-san!” Kisame called to him, pulling his spiked sword seemingly out of nowhere. “Let’s fight!”
Kakashi snarled, pulling his arm back for a kunai. He had no time for this! Sasuke could already be in trouble!
***
Sasuke and the man continued to stare at each other before he twisted his arm around; high kicking him. The kick was easily deflected, and Sasuke took the chance to smack the mask off his face and sent him sliding down the hall. Regaining his balance, Sasuke looked to the imposter ANBU, not believing his eyes.
The man took his jaw, setting it back in place, and turned to Sasuke, smirking at him. “Hello little brother.”
Black eyes met black, and Sasuke had to blink to make sure it wasn’t an illusion, another hallucination. But…he was dead. “Y-you’re not real.” He stammered. His ‘brother’ walked to him, stepping over his cracked, porcelain mask “If I wasn’t real, would I be able to do this?” And with a grab of his hair, he pulled him in for a teeth meshing, lip biting, vicious kiss.
No…no, this definitely was not hallucination, his brother just kissed him. He backhanded him, sharingan flaring to life, while his brother’s did not, he stayed calmly there smirking. “What did you come here for? Why are you still alive? Why did you…?” He faltered, wiping away the blood from his bleeding lip.
“I came to awaken the gift I have given you.” He answered simply, stepping aside.
Sasuke blinked, but then his eyes focused past Itachi and to the mirror at the end of the hall. It had been broken when his brother had slid into it. Through the cracked shards of glass, he could see a distorted image of himself, and his eyes…
Sasuke fingered his face slowly up, to his eyes where he could see his fingers. He could see Itachi past the gaps in between, and he whispered almost witlessly, “The Magenkyou…” His brother was now behind him, running his hands up his chin, looking at the splintered reflection in the mirror. “It looks beautiful.” He whispered close to his ear. “Perfect fit.”
He swung around to face Itachi, banging his fists on his chest, “I don’t want it if it’s from you! Take it back!” he yelled.
Itachi flipped him onto the floor face-first, pinning his arm behind him, digging his knee into his neck, “Ungrateful little runt. I had to die and be reborn anew just so you could flourish!” He snarled, lip curling back in a twisted smirk. “And now I’ll teach you some respect.”
Sasuke screamed.
***
Kakashi panted, feeling the latest drain of chakra from Kisame’s sword. He grunted, getting ready to use his chidori. Kisame merely smiled at him and deflected him off his sword as he came at him like a batter swinging at a ball. It sent Kakashi flying into a tree.
Kisame strode over to the Jounin, grabbing his neck and pulling him up. Kakashi could only glare up at him with his two-toned eyes. He then proceeded to take his clawed hands and piece it through Kakashi’s stomach, because of course, Samehada could not pierce.
Kakashi jerked forward, garbling up blood. “Sas…ke”
***
Itachi was a man of little words, so what he did say was usually meaningful and not always worthless terms. And he usually kept to himself, so what he did usually spoke for itself---if he wished it to, that is. He could mean one thing and do another, only to lead you into the trap he’d sown from that day you were born.
He was just that kind of man, and he didn’t care who knew it. Or if what he was doing was right or wrong. Incest. Was it wrong? As Sasuke reflected upon it now, face down into the wooden floor, backside raised in a quite vulnerable position with his arm behind his back, he realized that maybe Itachi just didn’t give a damn.
About what though? What was the man going to do to him? Sasuke chided himself for being ridiculous, it couldn’t be much worse that what Kakashi had taught to him. To his body. And it was becoming more apparent (his teachings), as Itachi took advantage of his weakness at the moment to run his hands down his pale sides. His shirt had, after all managed to slip up and reveal his bare back.
Itachi took his knee off his neck for an instant. Sasuke would have made his move, but the attack to his neck had left him momentarily stunned. And when he did try to move, cold lips met the skin stretched over his visible spine, running up its contours. “Mmm…you taste delicious, I wonder what your mouth tastes of? Or your groin” He asked. To accentuate his question, his free hand felt down to squeeze his crotch.
Sasuke gave a hoarse yelp, squirming against him “Brother! Stop, what are you doing?!”
“Can’t you tell?” Itachi purred languidly, moving his palm in slow circles around his growing arousal.
Sasuke it his lip to stifle a muffled gasp, it felt good—and he hated himself for it immensely. Hated the fact that his carnal instincts gave in to the delicious friction of the hand and his pants against his cock. Itachi continued lapping up his back, up to his neck. He then gingerly licked against the angry welt of his previous mark of possession. This time, Itachi thought, my mark will be much deeper…
The younger teen growled and huffed uselessly through his teeth, not sure whether to throw him off with the force of an ox or let him continue. Sasuke’s body wanted so much for him to continue, skin prickling with goose bumps. But a sudden pang of guilt hit him in the gut where butterflies had existed before. This was wrong. So very wrong. All the morals and values his mother had taught him, the honor and dignity his father had instilled—just to be thrown into the fickle wind to yield to his earthly desires. Desires…He mused, but this was like saying that to give into his desires, he would first have to have one. That meant his desire was…Itachi, his black death, his brother, his mercy, his enemy, and most of all—a man.
Itachi reeled him back into the present by putting more pressure into his palm next swipe around.
Sasuke was left with two hard choices. Make him stop, or let him touch him. The teen took the right path and also the harder one, elbowing behind him and shoving Itachi back. He spun to face him with a set frown, “What you’re doing is wrong, don’t you know that? It’s sick! Disgusting!”
Itachi looked at him through his bangs, smirking again in that crazed look, “Wrong? I don’t have a sense of right or wrong, as for it being disgusting, I don’t think you really believe that.” He said, pointing to his erection straining through his pants.
Sasuke looked down, and saw that he was indeed right, and loathed himself even more. Disgusted with the fact he had let this happen so smoothly for Itachi. “Anyone could get an erection, even if they’re forced.” Sasuke said, as a-matter-of-factly, voice still a little unsure of it himself.
“Is that so?” Itachi said, amusement glittering in his dark eyes, “Then tell me why you would moan so willingly for me.”
Sasuke barely had time to get out, “What the hell do you—“ before being shoved roughly down to the floor again, this time Itachi at his hips, tongue darting out to lick at the fabric covering his hardened shaft, wetting the cloth and whetting his appetite for more. Sasuke jerked in surprise, scrabbling away at the man over his groin and at the floor.
Then Itachi clamped him down to the floor with his vice-like grip, and Sasuke knew there would be no mistaking what was to be. Itachi pressed his tongue down onto it, biting it. The teen cried out form the strange but maddening form of pleasure. Kakashi never had done this…not in this way, oh gods above!
Sasuke wondered for a moment how Kakashi had been his lover for the longest time, (and he had thought) giving him every pleasure imaginable—but for this demon to come, and sweep away everything he had ever known, and give him the unimaginable… He never knew a tongue could bring such an inconceivable fire to his arousal, how the black painted nails grating down his sides, and holding him in place, digging into his skin—could drive him into a frustrating state of stimulation. Sasuke stated exactly so in a throaty moan, biting his own tongue after realizing the fact that it was just what he wanted. He wanted Sasuke to be vocal, to moan for him.
“How can this possibly be wrong? How can you possibly know right from wrong after all you’ve done to get here?” Ouch. That one stung.
Sasuke looked away from his black eyes that never changed in their perpetually amused glitter. It was true, very true. And Sasuke would bet that Itachi had been there every step of the way, pushing just the right buttons, and tugging just the right strings.
“And after I’m done with you, I’ll go fetch Naruto-kun.” He said cheerily, smiling sweetly and leaning up for a kiss. Sasuke turned his cheek, snarling “What do you mean by ‘done with me’?! I’m not some toy to play mind games with, you spoiled kid!” Itachi reached to run a gentle finger down his jaw line, lovingly, adoringly gentle. His eyes flashed something nasty, and he then grabbed his chin with his black nails digging into soft skin, “Why, I mean to fuck you, of course. For all it’s worth.”
Sasuke spat up at him, hand reaching behind him for the fallen kunai, “You’re sick!”
Itachi rolled his eyes, plump, pastel lips shifting showing whiter teeth, “Yes, yes, I think we’ve established I am sick, let’s not get boring, shall we?” Then he reached around Sasuke’s back and grabbed the kunai that was just out of the teen’s reach from behind, “And there’s no need to get violent, either; I think I am the one who should be doing that.” He stated with a cynical smile, holding the kunai up to his face.
Okay, no big deal, Sasuke thought to himself, he still had another kunai hidden in the wrappings of his legs, which was one of his last hopes of escaping.
***
The loud sound of slapping reverberated against the decrepit walls of the Snake’s Lair. Among the candles of the chair room, (this happened to be Orochimaru’s favorite room save the bedroom) laid a tied-up young man. Or rather, a medical shinobi who served three masters, or more rather than that: now only two. A spy. But he loved none of his masters more than the one standing over his brutalized body right at this moment. Kabuto squinted to see better, due to the fact his spectacles had flown off after the first smack across his face.
In his eyes, it looked like Orochimaru was smiling. Perhaps. But he was incensed on the inside; there was no smiling in there.
“You let him escape, Kabuto-kun.” The Snake Lord hissed, his tone was that of knowing, everyone who worked for Orochimaru eventually died or betrayed him, irrevocably so. And if they betrayed him, they would die anyway. No matter how much Kabuto was his favorite, he knew that one day it would come. And he was prepared.
Kabuto groaned and smiled at him with a broken lip, “Forgive me, master.” For it was the greatest mistake, and the greatest victory all at the same time, Kabuto wanted to say, but he could not risk getting his lord even more angered.
“I doubt you are.” Orochimaru sneered down at him, and in a simple sign of cruelty, grabbed Kabuto by the shirtfront, pulling him up. “And would you also like to tell me that Konoha prospers at this moment, and Akatsuki thrives, to spit it all in my face?” He asked, pulling the dazed boy closer so he could see him better in the dim lighting. His black eyes, no matter how bruised still sparkled cleverly, never giving up their priceless secret: he was always somehow smarter. And he knew it.
“No master.”
“Don’t play coy with me, Kabuto!” It had been a while since he had just called him by his name. Just by his name. Last time it had happened, he had been under him on a bed. Well…those were better times long past.
“My apologies master; I realize this sets us back. But I have always been a fallback. You can always have my body.” Loyal Kabuto, good Kabuto. Smart, willing, and always on his feet. His dealings with Konoha were done and over with, there was no need to keep himself from Orochimaru any longer now. And Akatsuki…well he didn’t give a damn about them anyway. His master had freed him from their spell a while ago.
The man’s yellow eyes darted to his own, parted his lips and smiled toothily. “Now I couldn’t do that Kabuto, and you know it.”
“Why is that?” Kabuto asked, blinking. No need to use honorifics right now, he was just damn curious. He was also curious as to why Orochimaru’s grip on his shirt had not slackened.
“Why that’s because I wouldn’t be able to take full advantage of my smart little spy, would I?”
Kabuto’s eyes widened, so he knew everything. And he knew that the excuse as it being a simple mistake was a lie, too. And it also meant something darker than that. Something a lot more lust driven. “Ad-vantage…?” He questioned. He knew the answer to it already, but he had to make sure.
“Yessss.” He hissed. Gathering his balled-up shirtfront, Orochimaru threw him across the room, until he slid and hit the wall with a grunt. His head hung forward, silver bangs hiding his face. No need to see it though, you could have guessed it was a grimace of pain. His already tortured body was going through even more torment now. But he didn’t even get time to recover; Orochimaru was already upon him, using his long, purple nails, (still Akatsuki colors after all this time) to tear away at the bonds at his wrists and the clothes on his back. He ran his nails down his naked flesh, gently at first, then pressing them down, scraping already bruised and scarred skin.
Kabuto did all but cry out, muffling a pained grunt by biting his bottom lip. Lord Orochimaru did not like weakness, not one bit. “And what did you expect of him going back to Konoha? Friends? His job back? Hah, that’s funny, because I thought you already knew about what they did when he was gone.”
Pulling him up against the wretched walls that matched Kabuto’s mood in one big heave, Orochimaru entered him with one, cruel thrust. Now was the time Kabuto cried out, jumped forward to reach around his master’s shoulders, clutching the few locks of black hair he could attain.
******
Okay, I’m back from winter break, and I’m so sorry I took an extra week! *bows* Wow, I didn’t think this one was going to take that long! Yes, and because I took so long on it (and because you don’t see much of them, either!) I gave you a little OroKabu smut. ^^ hope you liked it. That’s the way I see their relationship, hahaha, rough and mean, and at the same time, they’re the only ones who understand each other!
Pairing(s): ItaSasu; OroKabu; KakaSasu
Warnings: Slight non-con, violence, gore, angst
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any characters from it! (I would if I could!)
Updates: Gosh, I'm so sorry I made you wait that long, but I made it up to you in this chapter ^^;
Chapter VI: Awaken
Sasuke simply stared at the man in the sinister mask.
The loud, aggressive cawing of crows scrabbling past his bay window startled him and broke the strange silence. Shadows of the birds climbed across the floor as they flew past, flittering along the porcelain mask.
They watched each other until Sasuke flickered his eyes over to the wall where kunais and shuriken hung from the wall in place of keys. His hand attempted to reach it in time, but the man caught hold of his thin wrist in a surprisingly strong hold. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you…attacking an ANBU member leads to Council Martial.”
Sasuke glared at him, the hand at his wrist, and then back at him before answering gruffly, “But you’re not really ANBU, are you…?”
***
Kakashi disappeared in a plume of smoke and leaves before Tsunade's very eyes. She snorted, he just couldn't let go, could he? But she too understood--she had loved someone one upon a time as well...
"Off to raid Kakashi-san's liquor, I guess." She sighed, walking in and closing the door, this was a fight for Sasuke by Kakashi only--she could not interfere, not even with all the love in the world.
***
The jounin appeared just around the corner from Sasuke's apartment for his strife could only take him so far. Inside he was a mess and he knew it, but he just kept that same aloof expression on for the sake of himself. Breaking into a run as soon as he reached the actual corner, he stopped suddenly as he saw a figure over the wavering horizon. A figure he recognized as an ANBU. But Kakashi knew better, that is, after Tsunade had clued him in. How could he have been so stupid as to not even notice those tiny hints? Like when Kakashi asked one guard to leave, and both left even without question, or the very night Sasuke had come back? When Sasuke slept and Kakashi lie in bed, not able to sleep, he could have sworn he saw a shadow pass over the bedroom window. And when they had first been introduced?
[i]Tsunade walked over to the two tall, masked men, turning to Kakashi. "Don't you worry; these two will protect our last Uchiha." Kakashi's eyes shifted to the two as well. He swore he heard the man snort under his breath. At that time, he couldn't even fathom why, but now looking at it with hindsight, it all made sense.
"What are your credentials, men?"
"Six successful A-rank missions, Eight C-rank, Thirteen D. Failed missions...none. I've been out of commission for a while." The black-haired one answered. His bored voice muffled by a mask that of a crow with a twisted beak. The second one didn't answer, and instead, shifted uncomfortably. He had the mask of a shark. Tsunade chuckled awkwardly, "This one doesn't speak, eh...that much. But he's also got very good credentials on his reports."
Kakashi nodded and sighed heavily, squeezing the bridge of his nose before saying, "Then I'll leave it to you, then." Without much of any parting save for those, he vanished inside a mess of smoke and leaves.[/i]
Yes, in hindsight, it was pretty obvious; he just wished he had had foresight instead. The figure in the horizon came closer, and the sky rumbled above the two, first patters of rain starting to fall down. The form of the man started to transform, bending, bloating, until finally exploding in a shower of water, leaving behind a very smug looking shark shinobi.
“Kisame!” Kakashi spat, surprised he had been fooled so easily.
“Funny how we keep meeting like this, Kakashi-san!” Kisame called to him, pulling his spiked sword seemingly out of nowhere. “Let’s fight!”
Kakashi snarled, pulling his arm back for a kunai. He had no time for this! Sasuke could already be in trouble!
***
Sasuke and the man continued to stare at each other before he twisted his arm around; high kicking him. The kick was easily deflected, and Sasuke took the chance to smack the mask off his face and sent him sliding down the hall. Regaining his balance, Sasuke looked to the imposter ANBU, not believing his eyes.
The man took his jaw, setting it back in place, and turned to Sasuke, smirking at him. “Hello little brother.”
Black eyes met black, and Sasuke had to blink to make sure it wasn’t an illusion, another hallucination. But…he was dead. “Y-you’re not real.” He stammered. His ‘brother’ walked to him, stepping over his cracked, porcelain mask “If I wasn’t real, would I be able to do this?” And with a grab of his hair, he pulled him in for a teeth meshing, lip biting, vicious kiss.
No…no, this definitely was not hallucination, his brother just kissed him. He backhanded him, sharingan flaring to life, while his brother’s did not, he stayed calmly there smirking. “What did you come here for? Why are you still alive? Why did you…?” He faltered, wiping away the blood from his bleeding lip.
“I came to awaken the gift I have given you.” He answered simply, stepping aside.
Sasuke blinked, but then his eyes focused past Itachi and to the mirror at the end of the hall. It had been broken when his brother had slid into it. Through the cracked shards of glass, he could see a distorted image of himself, and his eyes…
Sasuke fingered his face slowly up, to his eyes where he could see his fingers. He could see Itachi past the gaps in between, and he whispered almost witlessly, “The Magenkyou…” His brother was now behind him, running his hands up his chin, looking at the splintered reflection in the mirror. “It looks beautiful.” He whispered close to his ear. “Perfect fit.”
He swung around to face Itachi, banging his fists on his chest, “I don’t want it if it’s from you! Take it back!” he yelled.
Itachi flipped him onto the floor face-first, pinning his arm behind him, digging his knee into his neck, “Ungrateful little runt. I had to die and be reborn anew just so you could flourish!” He snarled, lip curling back in a twisted smirk. “And now I’ll teach you some respect.”
Sasuke screamed.
***
Kakashi panted, feeling the latest drain of chakra from Kisame’s sword. He grunted, getting ready to use his chidori. Kisame merely smiled at him and deflected him off his sword as he came at him like a batter swinging at a ball. It sent Kakashi flying into a tree.
Kisame strode over to the Jounin, grabbing his neck and pulling him up. Kakashi could only glare up at him with his two-toned eyes. He then proceeded to take his clawed hands and piece it through Kakashi’s stomach, because of course, Samehada could not pierce.
Kakashi jerked forward, garbling up blood. “Sas…ke”
***
Itachi was a man of little words, so what he did say was usually meaningful and not always worthless terms. And he usually kept to himself, so what he did usually spoke for itself---if he wished it to, that is. He could mean one thing and do another, only to lead you into the trap he’d sown from that day you were born.
He was just that kind of man, and he didn’t care who knew it. Or if what he was doing was right or wrong. Incest. Was it wrong? As Sasuke reflected upon it now, face down into the wooden floor, backside raised in a quite vulnerable position with his arm behind his back, he realized that maybe Itachi just didn’t give a damn.
About what though? What was the man going to do to him? Sasuke chided himself for being ridiculous, it couldn’t be much worse that what Kakashi had taught to him. To his body. And it was becoming more apparent (his teachings), as Itachi took advantage of his weakness at the moment to run his hands down his pale sides. His shirt had, after all managed to slip up and reveal his bare back.
Itachi took his knee off his neck for an instant. Sasuke would have made his move, but the attack to his neck had left him momentarily stunned. And when he did try to move, cold lips met the skin stretched over his visible spine, running up its contours. “Mmm…you taste delicious, I wonder what your mouth tastes of? Or your groin” He asked. To accentuate his question, his free hand felt down to squeeze his crotch.
Sasuke gave a hoarse yelp, squirming against him “Brother! Stop, what are you doing?!”
“Can’t you tell?” Itachi purred languidly, moving his palm in slow circles around his growing arousal.
Sasuke it his lip to stifle a muffled gasp, it felt good—and he hated himself for it immensely. Hated the fact that his carnal instincts gave in to the delicious friction of the hand and his pants against his cock. Itachi continued lapping up his back, up to his neck. He then gingerly licked against the angry welt of his previous mark of possession. This time, Itachi thought, my mark will be much deeper…
The younger teen growled and huffed uselessly through his teeth, not sure whether to throw him off with the force of an ox or let him continue. Sasuke’s body wanted so much for him to continue, skin prickling with goose bumps. But a sudden pang of guilt hit him in the gut where butterflies had existed before. This was wrong. So very wrong. All the morals and values his mother had taught him, the honor and dignity his father had instilled—just to be thrown into the fickle wind to yield to his earthly desires. Desires…He mused, but this was like saying that to give into his desires, he would first have to have one. That meant his desire was…Itachi, his black death, his brother, his mercy, his enemy, and most of all—a man.
Itachi reeled him back into the present by putting more pressure into his palm next swipe around.
Sasuke was left with two hard choices. Make him stop, or let him touch him. The teen took the right path and also the harder one, elbowing behind him and shoving Itachi back. He spun to face him with a set frown, “What you’re doing is wrong, don’t you know that? It’s sick! Disgusting!”
Itachi looked at him through his bangs, smirking again in that crazed look, “Wrong? I don’t have a sense of right or wrong, as for it being disgusting, I don’t think you really believe that.” He said, pointing to his erection straining through his pants.
Sasuke looked down, and saw that he was indeed right, and loathed himself even more. Disgusted with the fact he had let this happen so smoothly for Itachi. “Anyone could get an erection, even if they’re forced.” Sasuke said, as a-matter-of-factly, voice still a little unsure of it himself.
“Is that so?” Itachi said, amusement glittering in his dark eyes, “Then tell me why you would moan so willingly for me.”
Sasuke barely had time to get out, “What the hell do you—“ before being shoved roughly down to the floor again, this time Itachi at his hips, tongue darting out to lick at the fabric covering his hardened shaft, wetting the cloth and whetting his appetite for more. Sasuke jerked in surprise, scrabbling away at the man over his groin and at the floor.
Then Itachi clamped him down to the floor with his vice-like grip, and Sasuke knew there would be no mistaking what was to be. Itachi pressed his tongue down onto it, biting it. The teen cried out form the strange but maddening form of pleasure. Kakashi never had done this…not in this way, oh gods above!
Sasuke wondered for a moment how Kakashi had been his lover for the longest time, (and he had thought) giving him every pleasure imaginable—but for this demon to come, and sweep away everything he had ever known, and give him the unimaginable… He never knew a tongue could bring such an inconceivable fire to his arousal, how the black painted nails grating down his sides, and holding him in place, digging into his skin—could drive him into a frustrating state of stimulation. Sasuke stated exactly so in a throaty moan, biting his own tongue after realizing the fact that it was just what he wanted. He wanted Sasuke to be vocal, to moan for him.
“How can this possibly be wrong? How can you possibly know right from wrong after all you’ve done to get here?” Ouch. That one stung.
Sasuke looked away from his black eyes that never changed in their perpetually amused glitter. It was true, very true. And Sasuke would bet that Itachi had been there every step of the way, pushing just the right buttons, and tugging just the right strings.
“And after I’m done with you, I’ll go fetch Naruto-kun.” He said cheerily, smiling sweetly and leaning up for a kiss. Sasuke turned his cheek, snarling “What do you mean by ‘done with me’?! I’m not some toy to play mind games with, you spoiled kid!” Itachi reached to run a gentle finger down his jaw line, lovingly, adoringly gentle. His eyes flashed something nasty, and he then grabbed his chin with his black nails digging into soft skin, “Why, I mean to fuck you, of course. For all it’s worth.”
Sasuke spat up at him, hand reaching behind him for the fallen kunai, “You’re sick!”
Itachi rolled his eyes, plump, pastel lips shifting showing whiter teeth, “Yes, yes, I think we’ve established I am sick, let’s not get boring, shall we?” Then he reached around Sasuke’s back and grabbed the kunai that was just out of the teen’s reach from behind, “And there’s no need to get violent, either; I think I am the one who should be doing that.” He stated with a cynical smile, holding the kunai up to his face.
Okay, no big deal, Sasuke thought to himself, he still had another kunai hidden in the wrappings of his legs, which was one of his last hopes of escaping.
***
The loud sound of slapping reverberated against the decrepit walls of the Snake’s Lair. Among the candles of the chair room, (this happened to be Orochimaru’s favorite room save the bedroom) laid a tied-up young man. Or rather, a medical shinobi who served three masters, or more rather than that: now only two. A spy. But he loved none of his masters more than the one standing over his brutalized body right at this moment. Kabuto squinted to see better, due to the fact his spectacles had flown off after the first smack across his face.
In his eyes, it looked like Orochimaru was smiling. Perhaps. But he was incensed on the inside; there was no smiling in there.
“You let him escape, Kabuto-kun.” The Snake Lord hissed, his tone was that of knowing, everyone who worked for Orochimaru eventually died or betrayed him, irrevocably so. And if they betrayed him, they would die anyway. No matter how much Kabuto was his favorite, he knew that one day it would come. And he was prepared.
Kabuto groaned and smiled at him with a broken lip, “Forgive me, master.” For it was the greatest mistake, and the greatest victory all at the same time, Kabuto wanted to say, but he could not risk getting his lord even more angered.
“I doubt you are.” Orochimaru sneered down at him, and in a simple sign of cruelty, grabbed Kabuto by the shirtfront, pulling him up. “And would you also like to tell me that Konoha prospers at this moment, and Akatsuki thrives, to spit it all in my face?” He asked, pulling the dazed boy closer so he could see him better in the dim lighting. His black eyes, no matter how bruised still sparkled cleverly, never giving up their priceless secret: he was always somehow smarter. And he knew it.
“No master.”
“Don’t play coy with me, Kabuto!” It had been a while since he had just called him by his name. Just by his name. Last time it had happened, he had been under him on a bed. Well…those were better times long past.
“My apologies master; I realize this sets us back. But I have always been a fallback. You can always have my body.” Loyal Kabuto, good Kabuto. Smart, willing, and always on his feet. His dealings with Konoha were done and over with, there was no need to keep himself from Orochimaru any longer now. And Akatsuki…well he didn’t give a damn about them anyway. His master had freed him from their spell a while ago.
The man’s yellow eyes darted to his own, parted his lips and smiled toothily. “Now I couldn’t do that Kabuto, and you know it.”
“Why is that?” Kabuto asked, blinking. No need to use honorifics right now, he was just damn curious. He was also curious as to why Orochimaru’s grip on his shirt had not slackened.
“Why that’s because I wouldn’t be able to take full advantage of my smart little spy, would I?”
Kabuto’s eyes widened, so he knew everything. And he knew that the excuse as it being a simple mistake was a lie, too. And it also meant something darker than that. Something a lot more lust driven. “Ad-vantage…?” He questioned. He knew the answer to it already, but he had to make sure.
“Yessss.” He hissed. Gathering his balled-up shirtfront, Orochimaru threw him across the room, until he slid and hit the wall with a grunt. His head hung forward, silver bangs hiding his face. No need to see it though, you could have guessed it was a grimace of pain. His already tortured body was going through even more torment now. But he didn’t even get time to recover; Orochimaru was already upon him, using his long, purple nails, (still Akatsuki colors after all this time) to tear away at the bonds at his wrists and the clothes on his back. He ran his nails down his naked flesh, gently at first, then pressing them down, scraping already bruised and scarred skin.
Kabuto did all but cry out, muffling a pained grunt by biting his bottom lip. Lord Orochimaru did not like weakness, not one bit. “And what did you expect of him going back to Konoha? Friends? His job back? Hah, that’s funny, because I thought you already knew about what they did when he was gone.”
Pulling him up against the wretched walls that matched Kabuto’s mood in one big heave, Orochimaru entered him with one, cruel thrust. Now was the time Kabuto cried out, jumped forward to reach around his master’s shoulders, clutching the few locks of black hair he could attain.
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Okay, I’m back from winter break, and I’m so sorry I took an extra week! *bows* Wow, I didn’t think this one was going to take that long! Yes, and because I took so long on it (and because you don’t see much of them, either!) I gave you a little OroKabu smut. ^^ hope you liked it. That’s the way I see their relationship, hahaha, rough and mean, and at the same time, they’re the only ones who understand each other!