Snake Taming
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
1
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3,534
Reviews:
13
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Snake Taming
Well, I can start off by saying “Yay I got my Måndagsfolket song!!” that I’ve been trying to find for about 4 hours now. Anyway.
I may just end up deleting this fic anyway. Here goes-
I’m assuming I’m going to get flamed, mainly because this is a crazy fic, and really the first of its kind. I’ve never seen one around, everyone seems to enjoy an Oro seme, which tends to get boring…so a really good friend of mine prodded me to post it and forget how it scared people. ^^; Orochimaru fics are getting rare *sniffles*
Honestly people, if you don’t like it, don’t read, you have been warned twice, and a soon third. So reading from there makes you responsible for whatever it does to your head, not me. Don’t like, don’t read, simple as that. -_-‘
So, I really don’t want to see rants about how awful it is ( I have seen much worse around here that get awesome ratings ) I checked it a ton of times, there shouldn’t? be errors. I have no beta..(*note* Thus I have lots of errors ^^;)
I also don’t want to be chased around with torches because of OOC. They are OOC simply because this is actually from a fiction I was/am writing, so of course no one will understand what’s going on and it will seem to be PWP.
I’m just paranoid XD. So um..pretty please, be kind? *puppy dog eyes*
Warnings: Completely random PWP Lemon, Yaoi, Tentacle Rape, Non-Con, Anal, Bon, Humil, and an Orochimaru uke ^_^
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Naruto, just my twisted ideas. And I’m not getting paid. To think them.
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His pale wrists were bound congruently to the upper edges of the bed he was laying on, his legs pulled cruelly up into the air spreading them wide in an attempt to tear from him his dignity, but he was no fool, he knew what was to come would leave him with none in the end, if they succeeded.
Orochimaru struggled to lift his head desperately trying to see what was coming, trying to prepare himself and not be caught off guard. Yet the black collar around his neck wasn’t in agreement with this, and his attempt to sit up was crushed.
Yet despite this lack of motion he was able to see the tall man just at the end of the bed looming over his spread legs, looking as though he was just as dazed at the situation as Orochimaru was. Then it was gone, a mere moment of possession by that thing called a conscious, in which Jiraiya had vanquished whatever it had attempted to tell him and his brief shock subsided.
There was a slight tingling sensation that pooled through Orochimaru as Jiraiya ran a finger along the inside of his milky thighs, admiring the silky flesh of the serpent-nin in spite of his dark appearance that many feared. It intrigued him, how beautiful Orochimaru really was. Even more baffling was the reason why he dwelled on this. He always liked women, yet something about Orochimaru captivated him. Perhaps it was simply his inhuman and oddly feminine appearance that got to him, but not like it did others, to Jiraiya it was alluring. It sparked a desperate need within him when he would stare at that pale skin, so flawless, so smooth and his ebony hair, perfection. Above it all was those deep golden eyes. He had never seen anything that compared to them, they were dangerous and evil, yet strangely beautiful.
Shaking his head, Jiraiya subdued his inspection of the former teammate, focusing on the matters at hand.
Bringing his hands together, he formed a series of hand seals and placed a hand on the edge of the bed, darkness slowly spreading from the spot. The room had dimmed somewhat, making the serpent a bit nervous. What did darkening the room accomplish? He peered at Jiraiya questioningly but received no reply.
Out of the corner of his eye he could see strange black shapes emerging from the thin veil of darkness that was cast over the room, they stretched out towards him like shadowy serpents.
Slowly the first tentacle boldly crept up the foot of the bed, and along the blanket to slip into the bottom of the serpent-nins kimono. Orochimaru’s body jerked with shock as the tentacle rubbed up against his crotch, and massaged gently. Another tentacle curled elegantly down his restrained leg to join the other, and a third found its way up the side of the bed to glide into the neck of his kimono, fondling a nipple teasingly, tracing circles around it before it began rubbing with its blunt head.
Orochimaru closed his eyes tightly, snapping his head angrily to the side as another tentacle tugged at his sash, and yet more came to assist it in opening his clothes. He fought to break away, to escape their grasp on him but his restraints wouldn’t allow it and held him fast to the bed. The tentacles had finally exposed his flesh to the air, letting the kimono fall open and reveal their actions to the white-haired man standing before Orochimaru.
Jiraiya was silent, but still the sight of this was forcing his body to react to Orochimaru’s soft grunts of disapproval, the way that lithe body squirmed as it was toyed with. It was always difficult to resist his perverted nature. Jiraiya grinned smugly, laughing to himself.
A tentacle gently squirmed underneath the band of the Serpents underwear, slithering downwards to stroke his dick, inciting a groan from Orochimaru, the man squirming more desperately now. A second tentacle joined the first, searching lower to caress his balls lightly. Orochimaru cried even louder as more tentacles rose up and forced their way into his underwear. He sobbed softly as they ravaged his body, stroking the small ring of muscle of his ass, and massaging his delicate flesh.
Shuddering, Orochimaru moaned, ebony hair sticking to his face as he shook his head, his expression strained.
“Why?” He whimpered. Jiraiya looked up at him inquiringly. “Jiraiya.”
Orochimaru gritted his teeth, panting. The sound of tearing fabric filled the room as his underwear was unable to contain the tentacles’ actions any longer. They curled up along his erection and pumped the whimpering Serpent, a cry filling the air as they tightened and pulled, rubbing the head of his cock with their squirming forms.
Kabuto remained silent from his position in the shadows as he hung his head in silence, staring at the floor. Jiraiya glanced at him from over his shoulder with a furrowed brow.
“You chose this.” He said softly as he reminded the silver haired boy without sympathy. Kabuto looked up almost pleadingly, but said nothing. Orochimaru cried out loudly forcing Jiraiya’s attention back to him.
Between his legs a large tentacle, coated in a strange slimy substance pleaded entry as it rubbed against Orochimaru’s ass in small circles. Jiraiya heard Kabuto whine quietly as it pressed against the Snake’s entrance with a loud squish of fluid. Orochimaru threw his head back screaming loudly as it shoved itself deeper into him, the muscles of his ass burned as they were forced to stretch wider.
For a few seconds the tentacle remained still, allowing the muscles to adjust before it withdrew gradually, then shoved back inside, pitching the Serpents entire body forward in the process. Pulling out, it shoved back in, this time altering the direction of its thrust upwards to drive into a spot that ripped a scream from Orochimaru’s throat. It plunged steadily into that same spot, Orochimaru moaning desperately pushing against it with his hips.
The tentacle increased its pace, smashing against Orochimaru’s prostate each time, a sob escaping his throat to match its steady rhythm. He began to pant loudly, his eyes squeezed shut, he could feel his body burning with this cruel pleasure, his erection leaking precum.
“Ah…stop...s…stop...” Orochimaru pleaded with Jiraiya through heavy pants, staring up at him with half lidded eyes.
Jiraiya averted his gaze. “I can’t…”
At this Orochimaru turned his head with a soft whimper as he felt his climax nearing, his body shaking with its approach. It had seemed as though the tentacle sensed this too, and it quickened the pace, making Orochimaru’s moan grow louder. With a final cry he felt his entire body tense, and then slowly relax as it all came to an end.
Amidst the pleasure that swarmed through him in that final moment loomed something more, in his current state, so weakened by lust, he couldn’t quite grasp what it was. Orochimaru closed his eyes in defeat as he came to the realization of it. Of shame. He could feel them watching him, feel their eyes on him, and it grew.
“Are you finished now?” Kabuto said faintly, barely able to conceal the anger that was evident in his tone.
Jiraiya glared at him, remaining silent.
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“Did you do it?” The blonde haired woman asked sternly.
Jiraiya nodded as he sat down beside her.
Tsunade smirked. “And how did he take it?”
Looking up at the evening sky, Jiraiya sighed, remaining silent. He really wasn’t sure what she meant, ‘how he took it’. Up the ass was a start, but she didn’t know that.
“He’s not talking.”
“I figured, he was always good at the silent treatment.” Tsunade answered blandly. “If you find anything, let me know, alright?”
Jiraiya nodded with a forced smile. “Sure.”
He watched the older woman walk back through the door she had come through, giving him a final questioning look before leaving, golden hair flowing out behind her.
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Aaand that’s all I’m going to post. I hope you don’t have an urge to kill me. *shudders*
I may just end up deleting this fic anyway. Here goes-
I’m assuming I’m going to get flamed, mainly because this is a crazy fic, and really the first of its kind. I’ve never seen one around, everyone seems to enjoy an Oro seme, which tends to get boring…so a really good friend of mine prodded me to post it and forget how it scared people. ^^; Orochimaru fics are getting rare *sniffles*
Honestly people, if you don’t like it, don’t read, you have been warned twice, and a soon third. So reading from there makes you responsible for whatever it does to your head, not me. Don’t like, don’t read, simple as that. -_-‘
So, I really don’t want to see rants about how awful it is ( I have seen much worse around here that get awesome ratings ) I checked it a ton of times, there shouldn’t? be errors. I have no beta..(*note* Thus I have lots of errors ^^;)
I also don’t want to be chased around with torches because of OOC. They are OOC simply because this is actually from a fiction I was/am writing, so of course no one will understand what’s going on and it will seem to be PWP.
I’m just paranoid XD. So um..pretty please, be kind? *puppy dog eyes*
Warnings: Completely random PWP Lemon, Yaoi, Tentacle Rape, Non-Con, Anal, Bon, Humil, and an Orochimaru uke ^_^
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Naruto, just my twisted ideas. And I’m not getting paid. To think them.
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His pale wrists were bound congruently to the upper edges of the bed he was laying on, his legs pulled cruelly up into the air spreading them wide in an attempt to tear from him his dignity, but he was no fool, he knew what was to come would leave him with none in the end, if they succeeded.
Orochimaru struggled to lift his head desperately trying to see what was coming, trying to prepare himself and not be caught off guard. Yet the black collar around his neck wasn’t in agreement with this, and his attempt to sit up was crushed.
Yet despite this lack of motion he was able to see the tall man just at the end of the bed looming over his spread legs, looking as though he was just as dazed at the situation as Orochimaru was. Then it was gone, a mere moment of possession by that thing called a conscious, in which Jiraiya had vanquished whatever it had attempted to tell him and his brief shock subsided.
There was a slight tingling sensation that pooled through Orochimaru as Jiraiya ran a finger along the inside of his milky thighs, admiring the silky flesh of the serpent-nin in spite of his dark appearance that many feared. It intrigued him, how beautiful Orochimaru really was. Even more baffling was the reason why he dwelled on this. He always liked women, yet something about Orochimaru captivated him. Perhaps it was simply his inhuman and oddly feminine appearance that got to him, but not like it did others, to Jiraiya it was alluring. It sparked a desperate need within him when he would stare at that pale skin, so flawless, so smooth and his ebony hair, perfection. Above it all was those deep golden eyes. He had never seen anything that compared to them, they were dangerous and evil, yet strangely beautiful.
Shaking his head, Jiraiya subdued his inspection of the former teammate, focusing on the matters at hand.
Bringing his hands together, he formed a series of hand seals and placed a hand on the edge of the bed, darkness slowly spreading from the spot. The room had dimmed somewhat, making the serpent a bit nervous. What did darkening the room accomplish? He peered at Jiraiya questioningly but received no reply.
Out of the corner of his eye he could see strange black shapes emerging from the thin veil of darkness that was cast over the room, they stretched out towards him like shadowy serpents.
Slowly the first tentacle boldly crept up the foot of the bed, and along the blanket to slip into the bottom of the serpent-nins kimono. Orochimaru’s body jerked with shock as the tentacle rubbed up against his crotch, and massaged gently. Another tentacle curled elegantly down his restrained leg to join the other, and a third found its way up the side of the bed to glide into the neck of his kimono, fondling a nipple teasingly, tracing circles around it before it began rubbing with its blunt head.
Orochimaru closed his eyes tightly, snapping his head angrily to the side as another tentacle tugged at his sash, and yet more came to assist it in opening his clothes. He fought to break away, to escape their grasp on him but his restraints wouldn’t allow it and held him fast to the bed. The tentacles had finally exposed his flesh to the air, letting the kimono fall open and reveal their actions to the white-haired man standing before Orochimaru.
Jiraiya was silent, but still the sight of this was forcing his body to react to Orochimaru’s soft grunts of disapproval, the way that lithe body squirmed as it was toyed with. It was always difficult to resist his perverted nature. Jiraiya grinned smugly, laughing to himself.
A tentacle gently squirmed underneath the band of the Serpents underwear, slithering downwards to stroke his dick, inciting a groan from Orochimaru, the man squirming more desperately now. A second tentacle joined the first, searching lower to caress his balls lightly. Orochimaru cried even louder as more tentacles rose up and forced their way into his underwear. He sobbed softly as they ravaged his body, stroking the small ring of muscle of his ass, and massaging his delicate flesh.
Shuddering, Orochimaru moaned, ebony hair sticking to his face as he shook his head, his expression strained.
“Why?” He whimpered. Jiraiya looked up at him inquiringly. “Jiraiya.”
Orochimaru gritted his teeth, panting. The sound of tearing fabric filled the room as his underwear was unable to contain the tentacles’ actions any longer. They curled up along his erection and pumped the whimpering Serpent, a cry filling the air as they tightened and pulled, rubbing the head of his cock with their squirming forms.
Kabuto remained silent from his position in the shadows as he hung his head in silence, staring at the floor. Jiraiya glanced at him from over his shoulder with a furrowed brow.
“You chose this.” He said softly as he reminded the silver haired boy without sympathy. Kabuto looked up almost pleadingly, but said nothing. Orochimaru cried out loudly forcing Jiraiya’s attention back to him.
Between his legs a large tentacle, coated in a strange slimy substance pleaded entry as it rubbed against Orochimaru’s ass in small circles. Jiraiya heard Kabuto whine quietly as it pressed against the Snake’s entrance with a loud squish of fluid. Orochimaru threw his head back screaming loudly as it shoved itself deeper into him, the muscles of his ass burned as they were forced to stretch wider.
For a few seconds the tentacle remained still, allowing the muscles to adjust before it withdrew gradually, then shoved back inside, pitching the Serpents entire body forward in the process. Pulling out, it shoved back in, this time altering the direction of its thrust upwards to drive into a spot that ripped a scream from Orochimaru’s throat. It plunged steadily into that same spot, Orochimaru moaning desperately pushing against it with his hips.
The tentacle increased its pace, smashing against Orochimaru’s prostate each time, a sob escaping his throat to match its steady rhythm. He began to pant loudly, his eyes squeezed shut, he could feel his body burning with this cruel pleasure, his erection leaking precum.
“Ah…stop...s…stop...” Orochimaru pleaded with Jiraiya through heavy pants, staring up at him with half lidded eyes.
Jiraiya averted his gaze. “I can’t…”
At this Orochimaru turned his head with a soft whimper as he felt his climax nearing, his body shaking with its approach. It had seemed as though the tentacle sensed this too, and it quickened the pace, making Orochimaru’s moan grow louder. With a final cry he felt his entire body tense, and then slowly relax as it all came to an end.
Amidst the pleasure that swarmed through him in that final moment loomed something more, in his current state, so weakened by lust, he couldn’t quite grasp what it was. Orochimaru closed his eyes in defeat as he came to the realization of it. Of shame. He could feel them watching him, feel their eyes on him, and it grew.
“Are you finished now?” Kabuto said faintly, barely able to conceal the anger that was evident in his tone.
Jiraiya glared at him, remaining silent.
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“Did you do it?” The blonde haired woman asked sternly.
Jiraiya nodded as he sat down beside her.
Tsunade smirked. “And how did he take it?”
Looking up at the evening sky, Jiraiya sighed, remaining silent. He really wasn’t sure what she meant, ‘how he took it’. Up the ass was a start, but she didn’t know that.
“He’s not talking.”
“I figured, he was always good at the silent treatment.” Tsunade answered blandly. “If you find anything, let me know, alright?”
Jiraiya nodded with a forced smile. “Sure.”
He watched the older woman walk back through the door she had come through, giving him a final questioning look before leaving, golden hair flowing out behind her.
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Aaand that’s all I’m going to post. I hope you don’t have an urge to kill me. *shudders*