A Snake's Coersion

A/N: This is a gift fic for Mey, and done to her specifications. This is not a pretty, fluffy fic, I did put on labels for a reason. Read at your own peril. Italics are thoughts or flashbacks, which are set off by /// marks. This is intended as a one shot but it was requested to leave it open for follow up chapters, which won't happen until after I hear back from the intended recipient. Please review, I don't care if they're good or bad- I expect flames from this one. Please enjoy..

The Story:

“I have to what?!” Brilliant red Uchiha eyes glared at the reflective glasses hiding Kabuto’s eyes. The medic- nin’s hand hovered over a pile of leather pieces. A strap could be clearly seen, a dangling chain of tiny strips and little flowery bits across it at two inch intervals. Probably a shoulder strap. “I will not wear this!”

“Orochimaru- sama will not be pleased that you have refused a direct request.” Kabuto’s soft voice held just a touch too much adoration for his leader. “I would not risk his wrath, Sasuke-kun.” It had taken very little persuasion to get the boy out of his Uchiha clothing and into the typical garb of the sound elite. The boy was a young walking wet dream, in loose shirt and pants, flashing his chest to whoever spared him a glance. The snake Sannin had spared the boy a lot of glances lately, Kabuto had noticed. The request to see Sasuke dress up in this particular ensemble came with little surprise. “You and I will be the only ones that know of this request, and I and Orochimaru- sama will be the only ones to ever see you in it. You don’t have to worry about that pride or honour, not about this.”

Sasuke glared for a moment but reached out anyways, sorting the pieces of leather. Above the elbow, fingerless gloves. A shirt, almost like a woman’s corset, no sleeves. It had two short arrows of lacing in the back to make it fit exact to the ribs, with a tiny zipper in the front. A very small pair of shorts. Lace- up leggings, that would run from just at the top of the thigh to a few inches above the ankle. And the piece those thin straps belonged to- a tight men’s thong that Sasuke stared at in horror. “I am not wearing this!”

“It is part of the outfit, Sasuke-kun.” Kabuto adjusted his glasses, letting a flicker of light reach his eyes and show how deadly serious he was. “Wear the whole thing. Orochimaru wants to see you in half an hour, in that. You do not have a choice.”

“I refuse.”

“One last time. You do not have a choice.” Tingles swept through his groin as chakra- concentrated fingers pressed gently around Sasuke’s groin. “If you refuse, or are deliberately late, or leave off any piece of this, then I have no problems creating a lot of pain and turning you sterile, little Uchiha. Actually, I’d have Orochimaru’s blessing to do so.”

Sasuke stiffly nodded, face expressionless except for the seething hate in his eyes. He waited until Kabuto stepped back and removed his hand before reaching for the skimpy top. The tiny silver zipper on the shirt tightened the leather around his chest, and light fingers helped him adjust the lacings along each rear edge of his ribs. They returned under silent protest when he managed to get the leggings mostly on, loosening and tightening the thin leather ties to fit the lean but muscled calves. He grabbed the shorts, intending to leave the thong there, only to have it shoved nearly into his face. “Wear it.” The words were short, commanding, and laced with warning. Sasuke growled, but gingerly took the straps of leather with little flower cutouts and slid them over his legs. He fumbled, trying to get himself settled into the little scrap of cloth at the front meant to contain his member and sac. The shorts appeared under his nose, he pulled them on with much resistance. The back of the thong, barely tolerable on its own, was driven deep between his cheeks as the tight leather shorts gripped him completely. He grunted in discomfort.

He swore he saw Kabuto smirk before the long gloves and a pair of very soft slippers were pushed into his hands. “Finish putting those on as you go. He’s waiting in his main rooms. Now hurry up!” Sasuke huffed and as soon as he was out of sight range slowed to a leisurely walk. Except for the tightness of his ‘shirt’ and the pieces of material gripping his groin and ass, the leather wasn’t too uncomfortable. In the cool underground lair, the leather wasn’t too warm, and it slid over his skin in ways he really didn’t want to think about right now. It was shameful enough to have to show up before Orochimaru in this stuff, even worse if the snake thought he enjoyed the clothing. He took the slightly longer route to get to his new teacher’s rooms, pausing briefly outside the door to slip on his delegated footwear. With a final resigned sigh, he pushed open the door and slipped inside.

Snakes snagged onto him as soon as he cleared the door. They grabbed his arms and pulled them wide to either side, revealing his body to the room and its occupants and more wrapped around his ankles and bound his feet in place on the floor. Embarrassment and shame burned through Sasuke, followed quickly by anger upon seeing the people before him. Orochimaru leered at his catch before turning to his guest. “I told you, your brother is already taken. You see? He’s dressed like a slut and shaking in his bonds from sheer excitement.”

Sasuke tried to mask his anger as cold red eyes drifted over his body before turning away, indifferent. He was the closest he’d been to his brother in quite a while, and probably would be for a long time to come, but he couldn’t do anything. And to make it worse, his outfit really did scream ‘slut’. His shaking was from anger, not excitement, but he wasn’t sure Itachi could tell. ‘Don’t believe him!’ He wanted to protest Orochimaru’s claims but he refused to be weak in front of his brother. Choices, such evil choices.

“I’m sure my brother enjoys what he chose. Pitiful for an Uchiha, to sink so low. Maybe that is all he is worth.” Anger boiled his blood at the coldness in his brother’s voice. He would kill the traitor someday! He swore it!! He felt his eyes bleed to the Sharingan as his brother left through another door. Moments passed and then his red gaze turned viciously on the snake summoner. “Let me go.”

Orochimaru just chuckled at the cold tone. “You were late. I’m sure Kabuto warned you not to be late seeing me.” The older man rose and stalked closer to his captured prey. “I can think of a different punishment than letting him hurt you, though. I’ll just have to let him deal with you after I’m finished.” The pale hand gripped the fragile young chin and squeezed, leaving quick bruises. A disgustingly long tongue slipped from between his lips and traced along the edge of Sasuke’s face. He tried to flinch away, brought short by hand and serpents.

An angry hiss sounded before an open hand slapped his face. Sasuke shook his head to reduce the sting. That hurt. He wasn’t prepared for the snakes around his wrists and lower arm to suddenly drop him, sending him stumbling at Orochimaru’s feet. The man wasted no time in binding his hands in rope and placing a sharp tap on the ‘heaven’ seal on Sasuke's shoulder. A rush of pain flooded his senses, shutting the Sharingan down, and leaving him feeling strangely empty. Only the tingle in his shoulder remained.

“You’ve been cut off from your chakra, Sasu- chan. Unless you draw through the seal here,” a sharp pinch was applied at the seal, “And I can control what you can get through this. So you’re out of options, and out of luck.” Sasuke turned hateful eyes toward him. He hated being weak, at the mercy of another. The damn snake had just created that situation and trapped him there.

“Fuck off. Just let me go.” The unexpected push sent him sprawling across the floor. Snakes slithered towards him, several opening mouths to flash wicked fangs. A cool hand rubbed against his lower back. “So pretty, Sasuke, but you look unfinished like this.” The hand ripped away the tight short, leaving the impossibly frail thong digging into his skin. “Much better.”

Sasuke lay facedown, paralyzed under the weight of his current master and teacher, chakra out of reach, snakes surrounding him. Fear reached deep and clenched in his mind as he realized what the snaky bastard was up to. The man wanted to hurt him, but more than that, Sasuke believed he wanted to fuck him. He couldn’t allow that, couldn’t submit, but he couldn’t fight back, either.

He shuddered in revulsion as that long, slimy tongue slithered over his skin. The thing was unnaturally creepy. “Stop it. Don’t do this to me.” The command came out shaky, nervous. The vile tongue slithered down his back and teased the edge of the thong. “This is wrong! Let me go!” The anger in him built; it was far better than fear or terror. He knew how to use anger. Lying face down on the floor, pinned and tied up, wasn’t productive, but he could resist. He could yell and curse and scream.

Then that choice was taken from him. The short leather shorts were being forced into his mouth, wire being bound around his head to hold them in place. A wrong move could cause the wire to cut into his flesh. He struggled when he felt the same wire being wrapped around his arms, creating nicks in his flesh and wrists even through the gloves. The situation was humiliating and wrong. With his arms finally bound, mouth gagged, and at the mercy of the Snake’s unknown plans, Sasuke felt true panic set in. Whatever happened, he had to survive- and that was the only goal he set his mind to. He felt resigned to the other’s intentions.

Pain exploded across his unmarked shoulder, the strange sensation of someone biting him finally registering. The teeth moved out of his torn skin but the slimy tongue remained, lapping at his blood. He shuddered in revulsion. He hated the sight and feel of that damn appendage. A growl managed to work itself around the gag, vibrations more than sound but the man above him got the message clear enough. He chuckled. “So cute, so damn innocent, Sasuke. What did you think when you saw your brother? Were you ashamed that he got to see you in such clothes, that you looked like my little whore? Or maybe, wriggling like that, maybe you were hot and horny for your own kin? Or was the bondage turning you on?” Blunt fingernails ran pink trails across his skin, making him whimper even as he shook his head to deny Orochimaru’s words. When the hand tugged against the wedged cloth between his legs, he tightened up, not wanting to lose what precious little cover he had. “Putting up a fight, Sasuke?” A dark chuckle followed the words. “A resistant, unwilling virgin. They taste so much better than willing little whores.” The thong broke with a sharp sting and left the young ninja lying there, completely nude rear flashing the room.

Sasuke shut his eyes and tried to block out what he knew was coming. Pain exploded through his body and eventually, pulled him into the dark abyss of unconsciousness. As he felt everything finally slip away from his mind, he swore one last thing. Orochimaru would die. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but he would kill the sick, deluded man. He had to pay.

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Consciousness returned in waves of pain and blurry shapes against too bright light. A random tingling sensation moved from place to place but even then the pain didn’t really go away, or increase. Sasuke tried to move his legs, to get up, only to grunt in agony as the muscles from knees to lower back flared in protest.

“Stay still, Sasuke-kun. You’re in no shape to be moving yet.” Kabuto’s calm, critical voice was far from soothing. Something in Sasuke tightened in what he refused to acknowledge as fear. He remembered Kabuto’s threat, and that Orochimaru had cut him off from accessing his chakra. He forced his mind from the other memories that surfaced. The tingle returned, this time at the spot on his right shoulder where he’d been bitten and bloodied. “What are you doing?” Luckily, his voice retained its cold impassiveness.

“Healing you as Orochimaru-sama requested.” The shoulder felt minutely better. It paled in comparison to his other hurts, though.

Sasuke resisted the urge to be sarcastic. If Kabuto was healing him, then he wasn’t doing anything to help the pain. Or maybe he hadn’t been here that long. “You just start?”

A soft sound was his answer, neither yes or no. Sasuke let himself be pushed onto his stomach as he felt what he now recognized as healing chakra touch the raging muscles in his lower back and rear. All too soon that that sensation traced his crack. “I need to heal here as well. Relax.” Sasuke tried to put his mind on other things as his cheeks were spread and a lone finger swept between, causing him to grit his teeth against the pain. He hadn’t expected to endure this much. He came promptly back to himself as Kabuto whispered in a rather lusty, jealous voice. “You’re still leaking his cum. I’ll have to clean it up before I can finish.” He seriously doubted that, the chakra should be able to heal him regardless of fluids on the tissue being healed. The feeling a tongue sliding across his flesh came as quite a shock.

“What the hell?” Unable to contain his composure, the Uchiha bucked away, collapsing against the surface below him as his body refused to comply further. As it was, his escape had just shoved the small slick muscle closer to his abused hole. One hand slammed his hips down, another grasping the nape of his neck. Kabuto held him there easily, licking at his torn skin and stretched flesh. The sensations brought the hard pressed memories roaring back, and Sasuke shivered in remembered fear and pain.

//flashback//

He tried to squirm away from the weird and completely wrong slick feeling of that overly long tongue worming its way into his body, but he was held still. The appendage made him feel dirty and used as Orochimaru used it to stretch and slick him, the only prep he would get for this unwilling coupling. He hated the way it slithered out from his body, knowing he couldn’t escape what would replace it. The sudden pain made him scream-

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Sasuke forced himself back into the present, as painful fingers dug into the throbbing muscles of his lower back and hip. It wrenched another little half-scream from his throat. Kabuto had stopped his licking, finally. But now he’d devised new ways to torment the Uchiha child- and as healing fingers brushed along his wounded skin, a flare of chakra penetrated deeper. Pain burst through his body in agonizing waves. It took several minutes for him to even register Kabuto’s question.

“Do you remember what I promised about being late, Sasuke-kun?” Being late? Thoughts fragmented as he tried to recall before Orochimaru had defiled his body. Something about the Snake’s blessing… and pain… He barely suppressed a whimper. “You threatened to sterilize me.” He managed to drag pained and angry eyes up to the med-nin’s face. “To make me hurt.” Clear thought was wiped out as, impossibly, stronger waves of torment wracked his body. He couldn’t help the shrieks that spilled from his throat.

Finally, after relentless minutes of the excruciating, burning sensations, the pain slowly faded. Sasuke slowly felt a sense of numbness slide over his body as nerves systematically shut down to cope. He watched as Kabuto drew a nail over his arm. He couldn’t feel it. At all. “Ah. You’re still alive.” He gently draped a dark cloth over Sasuke’s eyes, shutting out all vision. “When I wake you up later you should be fine. Just relax for now.”

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He tried to pull away from the tearing pain in his rear, try to make a last futile attempt to escape. He knew he couldn’t- but he was Uchiha. He had to try. Orochimaru grabbed his hips and jerked him backwards, impaling him forcefully back onto the intrusion he was trying to get away from. He scrabbled with his fingers, trying to find purchase on the dirt and rock below him. It didn’t help. The man above him moved with speed and force, until blood slicked his muscles and soothed the deep plunge. For a moment he was left empty, only for that horrid tongue to return. It cleaned him briefly before that other hard length of flesh came back for more. Sasuke tried to resign himself, but this was one thing he’d never been expecting. His body and mind couldn’t wrap around the amount of damage inflicted. Desperately, he latched onto the one thing that had kept him grounded- if not always sane- during the long years. Hate and that dark twist of vengeance wrapped around his mind as he finally let the darkness take him away from the abuse.

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This time he awoke to his bed, room mostly dark but for the light of a lone candle. He slowly sat up. Muscles here and there twinged, like when he’d over train, but nothing like the last time he’d been conscious. He dragged himself out of bed and slowly stretched, eyes searching the room. The only thing different was a piece of paper sitting on his side table. He unfolded the lone sheet and found a neatly written note.


“Sasuke,

“I’m sure by now either you’ve forgotten about me or you hate me more than ever. I didn’t want to leave you there but this is your mess to clean up. If you have the chance to eliminate him, then take it. When you are finally done with Sound, whether you kill Orochimaru or not, then burn this paper. I will meet you back at the home mansion. We have much to talk about, and if you still hate me when I am done, then you can have your revenge. But hear me out first. I have much to reveal. I. ”

The letter fell from his fingers as Sasuke stood in shock. The letter said nearly nothing, but yet, it implied far too much. He knew it could be a trick. Hell, it probably was. But some buried kernel of hope from his much younger self surfaced. Maybe things would work out for once. And if not- well, his anger and hate would be satisfied with two sets of blood. He carefully folded the letter back up and sealed it away. Then his attention returned to the first in a long list of things he needed to take care of. Finish his training. Kill Orochimaru. Kill Kabuto. The medic deserved it. Then, maybe, he could see what his brother wanted.

But first he had to make Orochimaru pay.


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Oh. the outfit he's wearing was inspired by a pic on Y! galleries and can be found here : http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/240698/
a lovely pic done by Rubia and i couldn't pass up the outfit. I had to pass up the barb-wire gag, though. ^^ review, flame, critisize. Just remember, you were warned.