Willing Captive
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male › Kakashi/Sasuke
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Willing Captive
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Sasuke had partly expected the small touches from Orochimaru.
He accepted the strange feeling of fingers carding through his hair in a possessive fashion while he practiced hand seals at the man’s feet.
He accepted the light stinging brush of Orochimaru's tongue against his shoulders, like a thin wet whip, when he fought against him. Orochimaru would strike the spots Sasuke left open, the appendage winding and twisting at a speed Sasuke had to use all levels of the Sharingan to anticipate. The lash of the tongue never really hurt, but the humiliation of it was enough to drive Sasuke to complete his training all the quicker.
There were even a few times Sasuke had allowed Orochimaru to grasp him delicately by the chin, to tilt his head up like a child and stroke his fingers across Sasuke’s tensed jaw and cheeks. It was hard to restrain himself from striking out at the man then. Sasuke had to cut into the flesh of his palms with his own nails to prevent an outburst of temper.
If Orochimaru wanted to feel possessive, Sasuke would let him. He belonged to no one, but if the Sannin needed to assume such things in order to give Sasuke what he wanted, then he would allow it.
--
The way Kabuto put his hands on him—-that was unexpected.
Sasuke didn’t understand why the medic-nin thought he had the right to run his fingers boldly up Sasuke’s thigh while stretching out a cramped muscle, or slide his hands inside of Sasuke’s shirt to check a pulse, when his wrist would do fine.
He was pretty sure Kabuto didn’t understand the meaning of the word “no” either, since he only smirked knowingly when Sasuke pushed him away and threatened to slice his hands off.
The third week after he’d arrived in Sound, Kabuto kept stealing little touches here and there under the pretense of bandaging Sasuke up, measuring his chakra, and testing the progress of his curse seal. Sasuke had stopped threatening him, as it seemed to do no good, and the one time he complained to Orochimaru the Sannin had only laughed quietly and said that children should play nicely together. Sasuke had burned with anger and shame and he’d ended up punching a hole in his bedroom wall, which he’d had to fix himself.
--
As Kabuto’s touches got bolder, Sasuke grew less and less inclined to stop them. They weren’t hindering his progress and he supposed he couldn’t complain about Kabuto using his body when he was prepared to let Orochimaru take it completely in three years time.
Although he was a bit miffed that Orochimaru seemed ambivalent about sharing his supposed possessions, but then, maybe he knew that Sasuke wasn’t really his.
Either way, Sasuke didn’t stop Kabuto when he pressed him down onto the floor and grasped him by the wrists. The cold tile was actually soothing against his aching temples, where the rush of blood made him dizzy.
--
There was something else put into those bottles, those drugs that Kabuto plunged into his bloodstream that were supposedly going to make Sasuke become stronger. Chakra stabilizers alone wouldn’t make Sasuke’s heart pound this fast, make the pulse jump in his throat. Vitamins and minerals alone wouldn't cause the heat suffusing Sasuke’s face and chest, pooling down towards his groin where Kabuto rested, drawing his knees apart.
Sasuke watched feeling oddly detached from everything. He was too busy concentrating on the way the curse seal was spreading over his skin in a familiar pattern. He noticed, however, when Kabuto’s fingers unlaced the fastenings on his pants and brought them down around his ankles.
It took a second of the medic-nin wrapping his fist loosely around his penis for Sasuke to become aware of the fact that Kabuto’s hands here no longer holding his wrists in place. The rhythm of the stroke altered and quickened and Sasuke closed his eyes so he could keep on pretending he hadn’t noticed.
His arms felt heavy anyway, and it wasn’t hurting him to stay still while Kabuto slid his hands up over his chest and pressed himself against Sasuke—all bones and hard angles and nothing soft and inviting. It wasn’t hurting him to moan softly when Kabuto took him into his mouth, teeth scraping every so slightly against the sensitive underside of Sasuke’s cock on every plunge down.
The wetness of Kabuto’s mouth glistened and mingled with Sasuke’s sweat and something stickier and thicker than spit. Sasuke didn’t even flinch when he replaced his lips with his hands and pressed something hard and thick at Sasuke’s entrance.
He couldn’t help the ragged moan that tore from his throat when Kabuto pushed into him. It was too hot and he was dizzy and it felt uncomfortably like someone was splitting him in two, but Sasuke ground his teeth together and rocked forward a bit, taking Kabuto deeper into himself.
There was a pause—like Sasuke had caught Kabuto off-guard—and he felt a small satisfaction in that, but it was quickly forgotten as Kabuto began to move his hips. Sasuke groaned and tossed his head back and swallowed around the dryness of his throat, taking in the burning air.
After one particularly brutal thrust his eyes flew open and he caught the glitter of snake-like eyes in the shadows and knew that Orochimaru was watching. Something twisted in his gut at that, and he couldn’t really tell if it was betrayal, shame, or arousal—maybe a combination of all three. Kabuto was breathing heavy now and brushing his fingertips over Sasuke’s face, bringing them to his mouth.
There was moisture there Sasuke hadn’t felt. His cheeks felt flushed and hot and the mark on his shoulder burned. When he came he did it with his eyes closed, and kept them closed while Kabuto finished, breathing heavily in his ear.
Then he sat up—slowly—and pulled his pants back on with trembling fingers. He felt Orochimaru’s curious eyes on him as he stumbled out of the room. He wanted to turn back and shout at him, shout something defiant.
I chose this, he wanted to say. I made this choice.
Instead, he settled for holding his back ramrod straight as he walked down the corridor to his quarters.
--
When he appeared early the next morning for instruction, Sasuke nearly laughed at the shock on Kabuto’s face.
Sasuke took his place at the table like he owned it, ignoring Orochimaru’s bemused expression.
He wasn’t a prisoner here, his posture said.
He could leave anytime he wanted.
Orochimaru's thin white hands trailed over his wrists in a morning greeting, flicking fingers casually against the vein in a loose grip that slowly tightened as the day progressed.
Sasuke pretended not to notice.
--
fin
--
Sasuke had partly expected the small touches from Orochimaru.
He accepted the strange feeling of fingers carding through his hair in a possessive fashion while he practiced hand seals at the man’s feet.
He accepted the light stinging brush of Orochimaru's tongue against his shoulders, like a thin wet whip, when he fought against him. Orochimaru would strike the spots Sasuke left open, the appendage winding and twisting at a speed Sasuke had to use all levels of the Sharingan to anticipate. The lash of the tongue never really hurt, but the humiliation of it was enough to drive Sasuke to complete his training all the quicker.
There were even a few times Sasuke had allowed Orochimaru to grasp him delicately by the chin, to tilt his head up like a child and stroke his fingers across Sasuke’s tensed jaw and cheeks. It was hard to restrain himself from striking out at the man then. Sasuke had to cut into the flesh of his palms with his own nails to prevent an outburst of temper.
If Orochimaru wanted to feel possessive, Sasuke would let him. He belonged to no one, but if the Sannin needed to assume such things in order to give Sasuke what he wanted, then he would allow it.
--
The way Kabuto put his hands on him—-that was unexpected.
Sasuke didn’t understand why the medic-nin thought he had the right to run his fingers boldly up Sasuke’s thigh while stretching out a cramped muscle, or slide his hands inside of Sasuke’s shirt to check a pulse, when his wrist would do fine.
He was pretty sure Kabuto didn’t understand the meaning of the word “no” either, since he only smirked knowingly when Sasuke pushed him away and threatened to slice his hands off.
The third week after he’d arrived in Sound, Kabuto kept stealing little touches here and there under the pretense of bandaging Sasuke up, measuring his chakra, and testing the progress of his curse seal. Sasuke had stopped threatening him, as it seemed to do no good, and the one time he complained to Orochimaru the Sannin had only laughed quietly and said that children should play nicely together. Sasuke had burned with anger and shame and he’d ended up punching a hole in his bedroom wall, which he’d had to fix himself.
--
As Kabuto’s touches got bolder, Sasuke grew less and less inclined to stop them. They weren’t hindering his progress and he supposed he couldn’t complain about Kabuto using his body when he was prepared to let Orochimaru take it completely in three years time.
Although he was a bit miffed that Orochimaru seemed ambivalent about sharing his supposed possessions, but then, maybe he knew that Sasuke wasn’t really his.
Either way, Sasuke didn’t stop Kabuto when he pressed him down onto the floor and grasped him by the wrists. The cold tile was actually soothing against his aching temples, where the rush of blood made him dizzy.
--
There was something else put into those bottles, those drugs that Kabuto plunged into his bloodstream that were supposedly going to make Sasuke become stronger. Chakra stabilizers alone wouldn’t make Sasuke’s heart pound this fast, make the pulse jump in his throat. Vitamins and minerals alone wouldn't cause the heat suffusing Sasuke’s face and chest, pooling down towards his groin where Kabuto rested, drawing his knees apart.
Sasuke watched feeling oddly detached from everything. He was too busy concentrating on the way the curse seal was spreading over his skin in a familiar pattern. He noticed, however, when Kabuto’s fingers unlaced the fastenings on his pants and brought them down around his ankles.
It took a second of the medic-nin wrapping his fist loosely around his penis for Sasuke to become aware of the fact that Kabuto’s hands here no longer holding his wrists in place. The rhythm of the stroke altered and quickened and Sasuke closed his eyes so he could keep on pretending he hadn’t noticed.
His arms felt heavy anyway, and it wasn’t hurting him to stay still while Kabuto slid his hands up over his chest and pressed himself against Sasuke—all bones and hard angles and nothing soft and inviting. It wasn’t hurting him to moan softly when Kabuto took him into his mouth, teeth scraping every so slightly against the sensitive underside of Sasuke’s cock on every plunge down.
The wetness of Kabuto’s mouth glistened and mingled with Sasuke’s sweat and something stickier and thicker than spit. Sasuke didn’t even flinch when he replaced his lips with his hands and pressed something hard and thick at Sasuke’s entrance.
He couldn’t help the ragged moan that tore from his throat when Kabuto pushed into him. It was too hot and he was dizzy and it felt uncomfortably like someone was splitting him in two, but Sasuke ground his teeth together and rocked forward a bit, taking Kabuto deeper into himself.
There was a pause—like Sasuke had caught Kabuto off-guard—and he felt a small satisfaction in that, but it was quickly forgotten as Kabuto began to move his hips. Sasuke groaned and tossed his head back and swallowed around the dryness of his throat, taking in the burning air.
After one particularly brutal thrust his eyes flew open and he caught the glitter of snake-like eyes in the shadows and knew that Orochimaru was watching. Something twisted in his gut at that, and he couldn’t really tell if it was betrayal, shame, or arousal—maybe a combination of all three. Kabuto was breathing heavy now and brushing his fingertips over Sasuke’s face, bringing them to his mouth.
There was moisture there Sasuke hadn’t felt. His cheeks felt flushed and hot and the mark on his shoulder burned. When he came he did it with his eyes closed, and kept them closed while Kabuto finished, breathing heavily in his ear.
Then he sat up—slowly—and pulled his pants back on with trembling fingers. He felt Orochimaru’s curious eyes on him as he stumbled out of the room. He wanted to turn back and shout at him, shout something defiant.
I chose this, he wanted to say. I made this choice.
Instead, he settled for holding his back ramrod straight as he walked down the corridor to his quarters.
--
When he appeared early the next morning for instruction, Sasuke nearly laughed at the shock on Kabuto’s face.
Sasuke took his place at the table like he owned it, ignoring Orochimaru’s bemused expression.
He wasn’t a prisoner here, his posture said.
He could leave anytime he wanted.
Orochimaru's thin white hands trailed over his wrists in a morning greeting, flicking fingers casually against the vein in a loose grip that slowly tightened as the day progressed.
Sasuke pretended not to notice.
--
fin
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