Orochimaru Encounter

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Sasuke grunted as he was thrown into a tree, his master's

voice quickly following. "Don't move Sasuke." The order

wasn't shouted, just simply and firmly stated in that deep

raspy voice of his. Orochimaru never shouted his orders. He

didn't need to. The thought of not obeying him never crossed

any of his subordinates' minds, Sasuke included. His master

was a dangerous man that could be very intimidating.

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Sasuke stood frozen against the tree, his eyes on

Orochimaru. His master was staring intently at him, eyes

glazed over with that far away look that seemed to see its

prey, and something more, something only known to him. "What

was his master thinking?'

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Orochimaru couldn't take his eyes off the boy. He

thought the boy beautiful and darkly exotic. He'd long ago

traded the boy's usual high collared garb for a tight black

mesh shirt with black pants. It suited him much better. He

was not the same young boy that first came to him. He was

eighteen now, with a lithe six foot form, and well-defined

muscles that could clearly be seen through the mesh shirt.

Yes, that was a nice choice indeed.



Sasuke had been under his tutelage for four years now, far

longer than he planned. Orochimaru was going to steal

Sasuke's body, transfer his soul into this boy's form, but

he couldn't bring himself to do it yet. It was too

deliciously invigorating to desire that body.



He told himself the boy was off limits and not to be

touched, but oh the wanting was painful. Mouth wateringly

painful. He would tempt himself with touches, caresses,

stolen glances; sometimes he would close his eyes and breath

in the boy's natural scent, which like everything else about

him was pleasingly erotic. There were times when he was

certain he would break his own decree, throw the boy down

and fuck him senseless, with or without his consent.

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Tempting his senses was a dangerous game. He wasn't used to

being deprived of anything, but it made him feel so alive he

just couldn't give it up. He was addicted. So much so that

he put his own ambitions on hold just to keep it going

longer. Time was running out though. Sasuke was unbelievably

strong now, and was rapidly growing stronger. If he waited

too much longer to take his body he might not be able to

succeed.



Now the boy stood against the tree, unmoving, just

as he was ordered. His dark hair slightly disheveled,

clouding his already black eyes. Eyes so intense it seemed

they could burn or freeze whoever they lay on. Orochimaru

loved to see what he could make those eyes do. He'd

purposely anger his student, hurt him, amuse him, anything

to get burned by those eyes. It was a delicious experience

to have them focused on him and only him.



They'd been sparring for hours, grappling, wrestling,

grunting, sweating… Slowly, Orochimaru began to walk towards

him, eyes never leaving his face. His gait confident and

determined, but smooth and slow, like the snakes he so

resembled. He stopped mere inches from Sasuke, studied his

face. Then closed his eyes languidly releasing a long steady

breath picturing himself screwing the boy into the tree,

pounding into him over and over again. Oh the struggle was

great.



Gradually, he leaned forward snaking his knee between his

apprentice's. Pressing the length of his body against the

boy's. Squeezing one of his legs between his own. His

breaths were long and loud as he struggled to keep calm. He

pressed his forehead against the tree, the side of his face

touching his student's. "Sasuke," he whispered, his hot

breath caressing Sasuke's ear.



Sasuke remained still, only panting slightly from the

exertion of their long fight; his chest pushing against

Orochimaru's with every breath, inadvertently blowing his

master's hair because of its close proximity. His teacher

was pressing against him so hard he could clearly feel every

piece of bark pressing into his back. He didn't dare move,

but he wished he could at least raise himself up on his toes

to avoid the rubbing of his master's thigh against his

groin.




Sasuke had seen Orochimaru like this a few times

before. They'd had a few episodes like this where the sannin

would stop and pet him, or just lean against him. Sometimes

he would only stare. The moments never lasted long, but

Sasuke found them strange and unsettling. He didn't know how

to interpret them. He wasn't even sure how he was supposed

to react, but so far just standing still seemed to be what

the older man wanted. So that's what Sasuke did. He stood

still.



Opening his eyes, Orochimaru found himself staring at the

curve of the boy's neck, where shoulder gradually became

neck. "Unnn," he groaned, licking his lips. He'd never

tasted the boy before. Ever so slowly he ran his tongue over

the delicious curve. 'Mmm.' Gods but the boy was appetizing.

Control hung by the barest of threads, from here on out he

had to tread very carefully or he was going to lose it. Oh

how he loved this game. "We're done for today Sasuke." He

said in a nearly inaudible whisper. Orochimaru couldn't

move; he didn't dare, didn't trust himself to.



Sasuke had to worm his way out from between his master and

the tree. The man had dismissed him then refused to move.

'What were these strange episodes?' What was Orochimaru

thinking?' Something told Sasuke he didn't want to know, so

he just walked away, shaking his head.



The End