A Kind of Exchange

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A Kind of Exchange

Kabuto kept a hand on Sasuke’s shoulder, steering him bodily through the dark hallways
of Orochimaru’s compound to the door of the Sannin’s bedroom. There, they stopped, and when
Sasuke looked up, the silver-haired medic could see determination and fear at war in his eyes.

It was almost enough to make him pity the boy.

Not because the lord would have his innocence. It had been the same for Kabuto, after
all, and for Kimimaro, for all of the others too. It was a small thing Orochimaru-sama asked in
return for all that he gave his favorites. Kabuto pitied Sasuke only because the boy did not know
the Sannin. He didn’t understand that it was an honor to be invited here to the their master’s
private room. Had Sasuke been made to wait longer, he might’ve wanted this, chosen it, as
Kabuto had, but the Uchiha kid was beautiful and patience was not among Orochimaru’s
strengths.

In a rare moment of compassion, Kabuto put a hand under Sasuke’s chin, made him look
up. Wide eyes shimmered in the half-light.

“Don’t be afraid,” Kabuto told him. “Hurting you is not Orochimaru-sama’s goal. Do as
he says and he’ll be generous.” The older boy ran his thumb across Sasuke’s lips. “Do you
understand?”

Sasuke nodded mutely as Kabuto opened the door of the Sannin’s darkened quarters and
waved him inside a large, cluttered room. Storage trunks, piled with books, hulked in every
corner of the spacious chamber. A table full of parchment scrolls – some of which had fallen off
onto the polished floor – was nestled against the wall opposite the bed.

Sasuke barely heard the door click shut behind him, his sharp eyes fixed on the lithe
silhouette propped against the headboard. He seemed little more than a shadow in the dark,
reclined against a pile of pillows, long legs stretched out atop the cover.

“Orochimaru-sama,” Sasuke whispered, adopting Kabuto’s address.

The shadow on the bed beckoned languidly to Sasuke, but the Sannin held up a hand when
Sasuke had approached almost close enough to touch. “Stop there,” he said softly. “Undress.”

Sasuke swallowed hard. His modesty balked at the idea, but Kabuto’s advice still echoed
in his mind. Do as he says, and he’ll be generous.

Sasuke pulled his tunic up over his head and held it in his hands, his gaze frozen briefly on
the image of a stylized fan. Embroidered on the back in white and red – red like the eyes of his
kin – the crest of the now vanished Uchiha clan.

Sasuke threw the garment in a heap at his feet. There was nothing he couldn’t do, no
price he wouldn’t pay for the strength to avenge his family when he faced Itachi again. If this was
the price for Orochimaru’s wisdom, so be it, he thought. He’d endured similar indignities before.
Itachi’s picture flashed again in his mind, but Sasuke pushed it away, as he unwound his arm
braces and dropped them in a heap atop his sandals, before slipping his pants down over his hips.

Orochimaru extended one white hand to Sasuke.

As the boy knelt on the bed beside his new master, Orochimaru guided one naked leg over
both of his own. Seated atop the Sannin’s lap, Sasuke swallowed hard. He couldn’t meet the
man’s eyes, and despite all his resolve, he still flinched when icy hands cupped his face and trailed
along his neck.

Orochimaru smiled, scraped his nails lightly down the boy’s smooth chest before he
grasped the thighs that scissored his waist and hauled Sasuke closer.

Sasuke caught his breath in surprise and braced his hands on Orochimaru’s chest. He
could feel the lord’s erection through his trousers, hard beneath him.

Orochimaru tipped his head up and brought their lips close, waiting. Sasuke kissed him,
but it was a chaste kiss, hesitant, just a brush of lips. That was all he knew without instruction.
Itachi had never kissed him.

Orochimaru seemed to understand. He parted Sasuke’s lips with his tongue, teasing him
with the possibility of penetration for a time before thrusting his tongue into his mouth. The boy
started a little, but Orochimaru held him close with a hand on the back of his neck until Sasuke
accepted the invasion, passively at first, frozen, as Orochimaru explored his mouth and molded it.
The instant Sasuke relaxed enough to kiss back, the Sannin pulled away.

Turning the boy’s head with a finger, Orochimaru nipped the soft flesh of his neck.
Sasuke shivered and the older man laughed, bit him again – harder this time – and slid a hand
between his thighs to cup his burgeoning arousal.

Sasuke broke out in goose bumps all over at that, half horrified and half relieved that his
body responded despite his reluctance. He’d been nervous that he would feel nothing, and that
his disinterest would annoy the sannin.

At the Sound lord’s command, Sasuke untied the sash that secured the lord’s shirt at his
waist and the dark material slid away from his chest. Orochimaru’s skin was smooth and marble-
white, cold against Sasuke mouth as bathed the man’s neck in clumsy kisses.
The lord leaned forward and allowed Sasuke to tug his shirt from his shoulders, then he
caught the boy’s wrist, used Sasuke’s hand to massage his clothed erection until Sasuke took up
the motion on his own. Then, the Sannin laced a hand into silky black hair and guided his kissing
lower, to his chest. Sasuke traced the swell of lean muscles to the lord’s middle, inching back a
little at a time until he was almost folded up, his chest against the top of his thighs, his knees
hugging the Sound-nin’s hips as he tongued the hollow of the Orochimaru’s stomach.

Orochimaru laid a hand over Sasuke’s to stop his rubbing.

“Take them off,” he ordered.

Sasuke moved to free Orochimaru’s erection, but the lord caught up both his hands and
pinned them to the mattress on either side of his hips.

Sasuke looked up, afraid he had done something wrong. He began to understand only
when he saw the Sound-nin’s pale lips curve into a smile.

Sasuke hesitated an instant before he inched back as far as the lord’s grip on his hands
would allow and set his mouth to work on the first in the row of tiny hook-and-eye fasteners. He
felt around with his tongue for the clasp and pulled at it with his teeth until it snapped free. He
worked along the seam, until all of the fasteners opened. Then, he clamped his teeth on the fabric
of Orochimaru’s waistband and tugged until the Sannin’s cock came free of his clothing.

Sasuke looked up at Orochimaru, expecting to see his face a mirror of his body’s urgency.
His expression was obscured though, by a sweep of black hair, and his voice betrayed nothing.

He gazed down at Sasuke’s upturned face. “Take it in your mouth.”

Sasuke’s eyes widened. “A-all of it?”

“Try.”

Sasuke’s cheeks burned, but he licked experimentally at the tip, tasted salt, and took the
knob in his mouth. The sannin hissed, jerked his hips back as Sasuke accidentally grazed the
sensitive skin with his teeth.

Sasuke recoiled, half expecting blows, but the Sannin just breathed new instructions,
brought his mouth back with a hand wound in Sasuke’s hair. This time the boy bathed the shaft
with his tongue first, buffered his teeth with his lips and tried again, took a few inches this time
until the tip of the lord’s erection hit the back of his throat. Sasuke gagged and tried to inch back,
but Orochimaru’s hand in his hair kept the head in his mouth and slowly guided him lower again.
He was careful this time not to choke the boy, but Sasuke’s eyes were already tearing.

He whined around the lord’s organ, tried again to move away, but Orochimaru caught his
arm, held him in place and showed him how to wrap his hand around the lower part of the shaft
where his mouth couldn’t reach. Sasuke ceased protesting when the Sound lord relented, but it
took him a minute to coordinate the rhythm of his mouth and his hand, and even when he did it
felt ridiculous, awkward. Everything about it was embarrassing, even the sound of slick skin and
the sannin’s labored breathing.

Then, Orochimaru stopped him, eased him off his shaft and pulled him up against his
heaving chest. The lord was seated, but Sasuke’s head rose only slightly higher when he was fully
on his knees.

Orochimaru set his teeth against Sasuke’s neck, wrapped a cold arm around the backs of
his thighs to hold him close and slid wet, prodding fingers down between his cheeks. Sasuke
protested with a whimper, but Orochimaru just held him tighter and pressed the first inside. It
was uncomfortable, but not terrible. The second one hurt.

Sasuke bit his lip, ignored the half-mocking consolations the man breathed in his ear as he
eased his fingers out and pushed inside again. He screwed his eyes shut against the pain and
prayed that the lord would find his pleasure soon so this could end.

It seemed like ages though before Sasuke felt Orochimaru’s breath on his ear. “Turn
around.”

Sasuke obeyed, climbed around on the man’s lap and sat once more straddling his thighs.
He could feel the lord’s erection pressed against his lower back. Orochimaru slipped an arm
around his waist. “Put it in.”

Sasuke heart skipped. He’d known it was coming, but now that the moment was here, it
terrified him. He was equally afraid to hesitate. He’d been through enough with Itachi to
understand that the lord might’ve just ripped into him; it was a kindness that Orochimaru allowed
him control over the initial penetration. Still, Sasuke’s hands were shaky as he reached around
behind him to clasp the lord’s arousal and lifted his hips a little to set the tip against his hole.

Orochimaru’s hands rested lightly on his hips.

Sasuke planted his palms on the snake lord’s thighs, clenched his teeth and inched his hips
back. The pain was so terrible, so startling, that he tried to ease it out again. Orochimaru
anticipated him though and hard hands clamped down on his hips and held him in place. Sasuke
started to struggle but stopped when he realized that the snake lord wasn’t trying to force himself
any deeper and that fighting only made it hurt more.

Tears streamed down Sasuke’s cheeks. His fingernails dug little crescent shapes into the
lord’s thighs, but he forced himself to hold still until, finally, the pain subsided enough that he
could take a little more. And then a little more until he’d buried the sannin’s erection in his ass.
Then Orochimaru put a hand between his shoulder blades and bent him over at the waist so he
could brace his hands on the mattress.

“Now,” he said, “move.”

Sasuke obeyed, even though every inch burned. He clenched his hands in the bedclothes,
and pulled himself off the snake lord’s erection and pushed back into him again. The motions
were short at first and slow, but the sannin demanded it harder and faster until Sasuke just
abandoned any thought for his own comfort, shut his eyes tightly and impaled himself on the
man’s shaft, heedless of the pain.

He cried soundlessly under Orochimaru’s moans until the sannin told him to stop.

“Not enough,” the lord said thickly.

He slid out of Sasuke and pushed the boy onto his hands and knees.

Sasuke still didn’t open his eyes. He braced himself as Orochimaru shifted behind him,
and entered him again. A chill seeped into him from all sides as the snake lord covered his body.
The man’s weird cold skin, not at all warmed by the exertion, pressed against him everywhere as
he thrust into Sasuke faster and deeper. His long black hair hung down on either side of Sasuke’s
face like a curtain. Or a shroud. Sasuke only wished he could die. Not forever, of course. Just
until this was over and his training began. It would be easier, he thought dimly, if he were gaining
in strength, to justify facing again this kind of shame...

Orochimaru came, clutching Sasuke tightly against his chest, his whole body shaking until
he’d poured himself out inside him.

Sasuke went limp and Orochimaru lowered him to the mattress and pulled away. The boy
buried his face in the crook of his arm and waited for the man to do something, to say something.

This was the part that Sasuke had always hated the most. The horrible denouement.

But Orochimaru, at least, spared him the awkward half-attempts at consolation that
Itachi’s guilt had occasionally inspired. The sannin simply gave him permission to use his
washroom to clean up, and then he dismissed him.

Sasuke bathed numbly, in cold water, until he was soft and when he was finished, he left.

Kabuto met him in the darkened hallway and showed him wordlessly to his room where he
balled up atop the blanket and covered his face with an arm. He fell asleep before the door even
clicked shut.