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True Power	By : elgardner Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4696 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: True Power

Author: el_gardner

Rating: NC17

Pairing: Orochimaru/Sasuke, with a pinch of Kabuto.

Summary: To understand true power, you must first experience true powerlessness. Orochimaru teaches Sasuke a valuable lesson.

Warnings: Although not strictly non-con, there are some minor elements of that in the story.

Author�s note: Okay, so this is my first venture into the Naruto fandom, and this is quite different to a lot of my other stories� Please be kind but let me know what you think!
Written especially for the lovely Tink. My best friend and the person responsible for planting this idea in my head. Sorry it�s late!

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Sasuke blinked slowly as he stirred, lifting his head and looking around, eyes searching desperately for even the tiniest prickling of light, but there was nothing. Dark. It was pitch dark, and cold. He twisted, pain spiked through his shoulders; he moaned softly, the sound harsh in the eerie silence of the room.
Pushing against the cold stone floor with his toes, he swung a little as he lifted himself. He was hanging, suspended from the ceiling by his wrists, body stretched taut as he struggled to take the strain from his arms. The chilled air was harsh against his bare skin, and he shivered, partly from cold, partly from fear.
He hurt, and his mouth was dry, lips cracked and throat parched. He felt small, young and lost, and so very naïve.
He had no one to blame but himself though. This was his choice, his choice to seek out the missing Nin. His choice. He�d sought out Orochimaru, and this is where it had gotten him.
He'd wanted power, power that Orochimaru had tempted him with. And he still did, he needed that power. He was an avenger and he needed to be strong. He thought of his brother and frowned, biting his lip as his jaw hardened.
If this was what it took, then so be it. He would survive, and he would get stronger. Because that was what he had to do.
Somewhere in the back of his mind though, he was still afraid. It ate at him, the solitude, the exhaustion, and the aching. The irony wasn't lost on him, here he was seeking power, and yet he had never had less. He was helpless and defenceless.
He had no idea how long he'd been there, or how long Orochimaru intended him to stay there. Time had lost all meaning to him, stuck down there in that darkened chamber.
His resolve fractured a little as his semi-conscious mind drifted. He thought of the older man and his skin prickled, fear creeping up his spine, spreading through his veins as he shuddered.
His feet slipped, tiring, and he gasped as his abused shoulders once again took his weight. He rolled his wrists, hissing, feeling the bite of the manacles on his already raw, chafed skin.
He wanted out, the room was closing in on him, suffocating and cloying, dulling his senses and leaving him weak.
He shivered again, senses straining vainly against the darkness. He hated this. He could hear nothing, see nothing, smell nothing except damp and must.
The waiting was slowly clawing at him; the uncertainty, unknowing when Orochimaru would come, only knowing that he would.

He closed his eyes, sagging, head dropping forward, unheeding of the pain any more as the reality of his situation swept over him.

He was trapped, completely alone and at Orochimaru's mercy.

He froze, breath halting as something wet touched the very tip of his ear. His fists clenched and his pulse rose as he tensed, straining. It was gone though, and there was nothing, no sound, nothing to show that it hadn�t been some trick of his racing imagination.
He swallowed thickly, waiting, for what he didn't know.
A ghost of chilled air against his neck made his breathing catch again. He trembled.
�Are you afraid?� The words were whispered, low and dark against his throat as lips pressed themselves to his skin.
His stomach dropped, chest tightening and body tensing. The lips moved upwards, grazing his skin softly before coming to rest against his ear, hot breath ghosting across the shell.
�You're tense.� Sasuke clenched his eyes shut tightly at the softly hissed statement. A finger, soft and warm, trailed across his hipbone, up his side, counting his ribs. His stomach turned, rolling, throat closing.
It was time. He was back.
A chill ran through him, ice mixing with his blood.
The hand trailing his ribs dropped again, reaching around to stroke his flat stomach. A body pressed close behind him, soft silk hiding firm flesh pushed against him. He shivered again, fighting the heat that flared at the base of his spine.
Orochimaru chucked, soft and low as he stroked upwards, fingers leaving a trail of freezing heat in their wake. Sasuke's skin itched.
The fingers climbed higher, to his throat, digging into his jaw, pulling his head back. Lips met his neck once again, sucking at his flesh, teeth joining them. Sasuke gasped as teeth sunk into the sensitive spot behind his ear, scraping and biting. He felt the other�s grin against his skin.
Cold air rushed in again as Orochimaru stepped away from him, fingers dropping his jaw.
Sasuke waited, ears straining but failing to pick up any sound, as Orochimaru circled him slowly.
�Do you know why you're here Sasuke? Why you came to me? It's because you need me. You need what I can give you. I can make you stronger. I can give you the power you are so desperate for.�
Sasuke frowned, twisting, pulling at the chains that bound him. Orochimaru laughed.
�But why should I Sasuke? Why should I give you what you want?� Orochimaru sneered, finger trailing across Sasuke's hip. Sasuke flinched, pulling away sharply and hissing as Orochimaru stepped closer to him, nails grazing across his ribs.
�Are you scared of me, Sasuke?� Sasuke shook his head, lips tight, skin prickling. He wouldn't, couldn't show how much Orochimaru�s presence was affecting him.
Orochimaru smirked. �I can see it in your eyes. And you should be.� He moved again, trailing his hand over Sasuke's side, down to his ass, stroking back up to his shoulder and rubbing gently. He pressed forward, breath ruffling Sasuke's hair. Sasuke suppressed a tremor, eyes pressing closed.
Orochimaru smirked, pulling away, feeling Sasuke flinch as he kissed his neck.
�Power, Sasuke. That's what you want, and that's what I have. Power over you now.�
Sasuke shook his head again. Pride and obstinacy swelling and rising in him. Orochimaru laughed again, the sound prickling Sasuke's skin.

�Are you thirsty, Sasuke? All you have to do is ask me nicely,� the words were soft, almost mocking as Orochimaru stopped in front of him. He was close enough for Sasuke to feel the warmth that radiated from him. Sasuke swallowed thickly; he was thirsty but he would not beg.
A warm palm cupped his jaw, thumb brushing his lips lightly. Sasuke started, pulling away from the touch but a hand pressed to his back kept him still. Sasuke clenched his jaw, twisting his head and the hand resting on his back travelled up, tangling in his hair and pulling his head back.
�I asked you a question, child. I do not like to repeat myself,� Orochimaru's voice was darker now as he hissed the warning.
The fingers wound further around Sasuke's hair, tugging at the roots, fingertips rubbing his scalp and Sasuke gasped.
�I'll take your silence as a no then,� Orochimaru whispered. His fingers untangled themselves from Sasuke's hair but he stayed close. �Maybe some more time alone will give you a chance to reconsider.�
Sasuke swallowed the whimper that threatened to bubble forth at the thought of being left down there again, alone in the darkness. His chest tightened in fear, and he closed his eyes, fighting with himself, trying to stay silent. Finally, as Orochimaru stepped away from him and his stomach churned, he could hold it in no longer. �N-no,� he whispered, so softly, forcing the word past his chapped lips and hating the weakness in his voice. �P-please.�
Another deep chuckle filled the room and made Sasuke shiver.
�Good boy,� Orochimaru whispered and Sasuke parted his lips as a cool glass was pressed to them. He drank greedily as ice-cold water flowed into his mouth, almost choking as the liquid eased his arid throat.
He gasped as the glass was pulled away when he had downed it, water trickling down his chin. A hand cupped his jaw again, as the soft clinking of glass on wood sounded slightly to his left.
�There, see? All you have to do is ask me nicely and things will be so much better for you.� Fingers caressed his jaw, brushing across his cheek; the touch was soft, barely there. It felt nice, gentle, almost soothing and he felt himself press into the contact. He squeezed his eyes shut as Orochimaru stepped closer to him. He could feel him now, so close, millimetres separated them. A sweet, heady scent filled his nostrils, a blend of rich dark chocolate and sour black cherries; it was intoxicating.
He resisted the urge to press closer, biting his lip against the sudden need to be closer, to feel Orochimaru against his skin. �I can be good to you Sasuke. So very good.� A hand brushed his hair, stroking softly as the hand on his cheek dipped beneath his chin, tilting his face upwards once again.
Sasuke inhaled slowly, willing his racing pulse to calm as Orochimaru pressed closer still, his breathing was shallow, muscles taut. The mark on his shoulder, Orochimaru's mark, tingled softly, pulsing a little beneath the surface of his skin.
Soft lips pressed against him, so lightly and briefly, just below his ear and he trembled, mind whirring as Orochimaru kissed him once again, moving slowly along his jaw. He exhaled sharply as those silky lips touched the corner of his mouth. Shivers darted down his spine. Orochimaru pulled back for a second, watching carefully as Sasuke's lips parted, breathing heavy. He pressed forward, finally touching his lips to Sasuke's fully.
Sasuke's stomach flipped at the first, gentle touch of those lips to his. The hand is his hair moved lower, rubbing at the nape of his neck softly as Orochimaru moved his lips slowly against his, caressing them softly.
Sasuke moaned softly, shaking his head and trying to pull away as a firm, wet tongue stroked across his bottom lip. The hand on his neck tightened, fingers digging in and holding him still as Orochimaru pushed his tongue past Sasuke's lips.
Sasuke froze, tensing as Orochimaru's tongue forced it's way inside, flicking and curling, running across his teeth. It wasn't gentle, but it wasn't violent either. It was slow and firm and filled with confidence. Orochimaru moved carefully, exploring his mouth leisurely but thoroughly.
Slowly Sasuke relaxed a little, drooping, pushing forward, and seeking more of the gentle touch. Carefully, he pushed his own tongue forward, nudging it hesitantly against Orochimaru's, his stomach jolting. Their tongues moved together slowly, rubbing and twirling around each other, and the mark on his shoulder throbbed, heating, spreading warmth through Sasuke's body in response as he sagged further, falling into the kiss.
He opened his eyes as Orochimaru pulled away, blinking as soft light filling the room as sconces lining the walls flickered into life, candlelight casting soft, dancing shadows across the room. He looked around slowly, still blinking as his eyes adjusted to the light.
The room he was in was small and lined with stone. He shivered; it looked like some sort of dungeon. Strange devices littered the far end, tables, frames, ropes and pulleys forming swings that hung from the ceiling.
He shivered as his eyes landed on Orochimaru. The older man was standing to his right, eyes alight and lips curved upwards in a soft, calculating smile. His dark hair hung down, trailing across bare shoulders and framing his face, contrasting with the paleness of his skin. Sasuke's eyes flickered over the man, whose chest was bare, muscles taut. A pair of loose, black trousers clung low on his waist revealing a toned stomach and angular hipbones.
�What do you think of my play-room?� Orochimaru asked, lips widening to a smirk as he gestured to the room. Fear flared in Sasuke's mind as his eyes settled on the other's hands, and the black, intricately carved Kunai blade he was twirling. He watched as Orochimaru turned, glancing behind Sasuke and Sasuke twisted, turning his head to see where he was looking.
�I see why you wanted him now. He's perfect.� It was Kabuto, smiling, standing by the entrance and leaning against the wall casually, his eyes trained on Sasuke.
�Isn't he?� Sasuke could hear the smirk in Orochimaru's voice.
He watched as Kabuto pushed off the wall and walked across the room to stand in front of Orochimaru, bowing his head slightly then smiling at the older man. Sasuke's eyes widened as Orochimaru reached out and stroked his hand through the boy�s short hair, leaning forward to kiss him softly.
�You taste tempting as ever, my darling. But there will be plenty of time for that later. First I must see to our new guest,� Orochimaru whispered as he pulled away from Kabuto.
Sasuke shivered at the words, watching as Kabuto nodded, stepping back. �Will you be requiring me for anything, my lord?�
Orochimaru shook his head, reaching out to caress Kabuto's cheek one last time before dismissing him softly. �Not at the moment, my lovely. Come to me in an hour.� Kabuto nodded, bowing slightly before turning around and leaving quietly.
�Now, where were we?� Orochimaru pondered aloud and Sasuke shivered as the older man turned to him, eyes aglow as he set the blade down on the table next to him. �Ah yes. My play-room.�
Sasuke arched, feet pushing against the floor as he flexed his arms. �Wha-� He started slowly, licking his lips and swallowing, �what do you want?�
�Ah,� Orochimaru smiled darkly, �what do I want? I'd have thought that much was obvious, my dear boy. I want you.�
Sasuke shook his head, eyes widening as Orochimaru smirked at him, the pulsing in his shoulder got stronger, heat arching along his spine, coiling in his belly, pooling at his groin.
�Feels good, doesn't it?� Orochimaru drawled, smiling as he walked towards Sasuke gracefully. �It's calling for me. Can you hear it?�
Sasuke gasped, drawing air into his lungs raggedly as the heat built. He could feel the curse stirring, glowing white-hot and spreading out to the tips of his fingers. His skin itched, burnt.
Sasuke bit his lip as his body responded, even as his mind recoiled, to the presence of the serpent like man and his words. The heat rose, climbing as Orochimaru approached, and he gasped as fingers touched his back, his shoulder, fire bursting from the touch.
�This,� Orochimaru hissed, fingers tracing the curve of the mark, stroking across his skin and making Sasuke tremble, �is my brand and it marks you as mine.� Hands trailed lower, down the curve of his spine, around his waist, caressing his stomach.
Sasuke hissed as fingers pinched his hip and Orochimaru stepped forward, lips and teeth seeking out Sasuke's shoulder, his neck, biting and sucking and licking at his skin. �You taste sweet, Sasuke.� Orochimaru whispered, tongue lapping gently at Sasuke's bruised flesh.
Sasuke hissed as Orochimaru bit down again, pain-coursing sharp as teeth sank into his skin. He whimpered, toes curling as Orochimaru's chest pressed against his back, skin cool against Sasuke's.
Sasuke writhed, shaking his head and squeezing his eyes shut even as he pushed back, seeking more contact, more skin, more anything.

His entire being was reducing down to touch and he gasped as Orochimaru's hands roamed his chest, pinched his nipples, and stroked his stomach.
�And as mine,� Orochimaru whispered, breath warm and sweet against Sasuke's neck. �I can do...� He paused, tongue flicking out and tasting the salt on Sasuke's skin. �Anything I want to you.�
Sasuke hissed, body shuddering as Orochimaru's smooth hand and slender fingers wrapped around his cock. He cried out as Orochimaru stroked him, firm and steady, long, slow pulls.
�If you're good, Sasuke,� Orochimaru's words tickled his skin and Sasuke strained to hear past the blood pounding in his ears. �I can make you feel good. I can give you everything you've ever wanted. I can give you things you didn't even know you needed.� The words twisted and coiled through his chest, the curse mark burning. His whole world narrowed and he couldn't think any more, was reduced to nothing but that voice, that hand moving slowly, too slowly, on his length, and the rolling waves of pleasure and raw need that crashed through him.
�I've been watching you Sasuke. I've wanted you for so long now. Wanted that body of yours, so beautiful.� The hand stroking him slowed, fingers stroking the underside of his dick, tracing the sensitive vein and up over the tip.
�W-why are you doing this?� He ground out, jaw tight.
�Why?� Orochimaru smirked. �Because I can. And because I want to. And because to understand true power Sasuke, you have to have experienced true powerlessness. And that's what you are now. Powerless. Under my control.�
Sasuke had lost the battle, if there had even really been one. He was tired, worn down, his pride long gone and he arched, pressing his hips forward, pleading silently for more, more of that touch, more friction.
He couldn't fight any more, it was too much.
He whined, low and desperate, breathless, as Orochimaru let go of him and he fell forward, sagging heavily in his bonds. He trembled in the cold air, feeling more naked, more exposed, more needy.
He turned his head, searching for Orochimaru, eyes wide, panting. He found him, across the room again, standing at a table, surveying it's contents. His cock twitched, hot and heavy between his legs.
�And now I have you, I want to play with you.� Orochimaru smiled as he turned around, once again holding the delicate, but threatening looking blade. He glanced down at it, smiling and looking up at Sasuke. �It's pretty, isn't it?� He asked, trailing a finger along the angled blade, pressing it to the tip. Sasuke watched, transfixed, as Orochimaru smirked, lifting his finger, which was beaded with a drop of blood. His eyes widened as the older man licked it slowly, eyes never leaving Sasuke's.
Fear crept up Sasuke's spine as Orochimaru moved, walking towards him slowly. He tensed, flinching as Orochimaru stopped in front of him, touching his finger to his jaw.
The same finger brushed down his neck, over his shoulder, down his back as Orochimaru circled behind him.
Cold steel touched his skin, just below his shoulder, and he tensed, clenching his jaw and breathing slowly, shallowly, through his nose. He shivered, struggling not to move as Orochimaru dragged the blade down, not cutting, just scratching softly across his skin. Sasuke's breaths came lower, slower, his pulse thick and racing in his throat. He swallowed tightly as Orochimaru played with the blade across his skin, drawing lazy, aimless patterns across his back.
Sasuke's muscles tensed further as the blade pressed harder, deeper as Orochimaru dragged it back up, and he hissed, pain flashing as it dug into his skin. It stung and he bit his lip against the cry threatening to emerge. He could feel the tip of the blade slicing through his skin, slowly and deliberately, a shallow curved cut across his shoulder blade. Wetness trickled from the wound, warm and sticky against his skin and he gasped as Orochimaru pressed a finger to in, collecting his blood on his finger. He started, twisting as the finger touched his lips, smearing the red, metallic liquid across them. The bitter flavour burst on his tongue and heat flared again in his shoulder, sparks pulsed from the brand as blood seeped into his mouth and he parted his lips, suckling on the finger, sating a hunger he didn't know he had. He gasped as Orochimaru's tongue touched his back, firm and nimble, sliding down, pressing to the cut and lapping at the blood.
Pulling back, Orochimaru carved the blade across his skin again, drawing a line down, following the curve of his spine, blood splitting and seeping from the cut. He carried on, drawing patterns across his skin. The tongue was back, flicking across the wounds, pushing and probing, feeding greedily on the fluid.
Pain, edged with pleasure, sparked and flooded Sasuke's system and he arched his back. Orochimaru's tongue was warm, wet as it slithered across his back, down his spine. His cock twitched and tingled as he flexed his hips, searching for something, anything to press against, to rub and ease the itching, the aching that was building in his groin. The tongue moved again, abandoning his bleeding wounds and creeping down, edging lower. It flicked down, across the small of his back, dipping into the crease of his ass. He gasped.
Hands, fingers pressed to his chest again, finding his nipples, rubbing and tickling until they hardened under the touch. Sharp pain flared as Orochimaru pinched them, twisting and pulling them and Sasuke arched his back, pushing against the floor. The chains chinked as Sasuke pressed his ass back, squirming, the tongue creeping lower, pointed, and flicking at his entrance, little teasing licks.
Sasuke moaned, low and deep as the tongue probed, exploring the cleft of his ass, licking across the sensitive skin in a way Sasuke had never felt before. It was wrong, he was sure of that, but it felt so good and he wanted more.
He gasped, clenching automatically as the tongue flicked over his entrance once more, pushing gently, breaching him and stretching his muscles carefully. Gradually, it inched inside him. It felt thick, slick and firm, he felt full and it hurt a little as he muscles struggled to accept the intrusion. The fingers on his nipples eased, rolling them gently and sparks bubbled and burst in his chest. His stomach rolled, flipping.
Orochimaru pushed his leg forward, slipping his knee between Sasuke's thighs, parting them as the tongue pushed deeper.
Sasuke shivered; jerking his hips forward as Orochimaru's hand once again encircled his cock, squeezing the base as his tongue moved inside him. His passage stretched, muscles slowly giving and it was beginning to feel good.
His mind was clouded, blurred, pleasure and pain mingling. He trembled, body tight, breath heavy.
He hissed as his dick pulsed, Orochimaru fingers stroking down to the tip, squeezing, catching the beading pre-come on his fingers, sliding back down, spreading it across his heated flesh. Sasuke whined nasally, thrusting his hips forward, gripping his lower lip between his teeth and biting down as the tongue pressed deeper.
He was heated, his body flushed and beaded with sweat. He could feel it trickling down his back, the salt stinging as it mixed with the open wounds that marred his skin.
His lips parted and he inhaled sharply as pleasure spiked from inside him. His dick pulsed and he pushed back as the tongue stroked across his prostate, pressing against it. His thighs clenched. Light flashed behind his eyelids as he squeezed them shut. He didn't know what Orochimaru had done, but he wanted him to do it again.
And he did. It was relentless, the stroking to that special spot, Orochimaru's tongue pressed against it firmly, dragging over it slowly, then lapping at it gently, quickly, teasingly.
He was shaking; his skin tingling, arousal and heat flaring through his groin. Finger's tickled his balls and he moaned.
Orochimaru was playing him, working him with skilled, nimble fingers and that wicked tongue.
It was building inside him as Orochimaru stroked him, squeezing and milking him, wringing moans and harsh breaths from his lips. The tongue moved, pulling out and pushing back in, fucking him slowly, leisurely. His whole body throbbed, muscles tensed, aching, the need rising.
He could feel it, starting somewhere inside him, his groin, his belly, crawling, curling and twisting. It grew slowly, pulsing.
It was close now, hovering somewhere at the base of his spine. He was thrusting his hips now, back onto that tongue, that wicked appendage teasing his insides, forward into that fist, squeezing and stroking and pulling it out of him.
He edged nearer, the plateau in reach now and he strived for it, biting his lip. His toes curled, fingertips tingling. He could taste it.
He cried out as the pleasure peaked, his cock pulsing hot as the tongue touched that spot one final time.
He was there, his balls drew up as his dick pulsed, the release rising, peaking, but then nothing...

He shook his head, frantic as the hand around his cock squeezed the base hard, holding in his release. He shook, whined, pumping his hips but Orochimaru pulled back, holding him still. His dick pulsed again and it hurt, to be that close and then denied.

He trembled; almost sobbing as Orochimaru withdrew his tongue slowly, dragging it across the walls of his passage, lapping at his entrance teasing as he pulled it free.
He felt cold, empty as Orochimaru pulled away from him completely, leaving him hanging there, trembling, body aching.
He hissed, twisting as Orochimaru lapped at his back again, smearing the blood across his skin. Fingers pressed to his hole, plunging inside and he cried out as they stretched him again, filling him.
�P-p-please,� he whispered, voice soft, broken and hoarse. He was beyond caring now. Beyond pride.
He shook his head, tugging at the restraints. He was desperate now for release; he�d been so close. If he were free he'd touch himself, wrap his hand around his aching cock and give himself the relief he needed.
Orochimaru pulled away completely, leaving him empty, cold. The sound of rustling fabric reached his ears and he stilled, straining to hear more.
�You're beautiful like this.� Sasuke shivered as Orochimaru came back, pressing his body against Sasuke's. Sasuke gasped and trembled, realising that Orochimaru was now naked as his dick, hot and hard, pressed against his thigh.
Slick, lube-covered fingers pressed to his ass, seeking out his entrance and pushing inside. Sasuke trembled, groaning and clenching around the digits as they stroked inside him. He pressed back, fucking himself on them, whining as Orochimaru curled them, white heat flaring again as they brushed against his spot, softly, teasingly.
�Do you see, Sasuke? This is true need. True powerlessness. It burns doesn't it?�
Orochimaru whispered, tone heavy with lust as his fingers stretching him slowly, his other hand stroking across his hipbone, nails raking across his skin. �And only I can sooth it now. You need me, Sasuke. You need me to help you. But you have to ask me for it.�
Sasuke bit his lip, feet scrabbling as he ground back, twisting his hips and flexing on the fingers. He didn�t want to ask Orochimaru for it, but he did, he did need it.
Orochimaru grabbed Sasuke's hip, holding him still as he pulled out his fingers, rubbing them around his entrance teasingly. His tongue flicked out, creeping across Sasuke's skin, sweeping over his hip, his stomach, down to his groin.
Sasuke shivered, looking down and gasping as the tongue nudged his cock, lapping at the pre-come that dripped copiously from the tip. Sasuke's eyes widened as Orochimaru's tongue crept down further, wrapping slowly around his cock, warm and wet. It was like nothing he had ever felt before.
He gasped as the tongue gripped him, pulsing, squeezing him softly and moving fluidly across his sensitive flesh.
Hands stroked across his hips, down to his ass, parting his cheeks, fingers squeezing.
�G-god,� Sasuke moaned, trembling as Orochimaru's thumb stroked down his crease, circling his entrance.
He couldn�t help it, he could barely think anymore. Need was the only thing he could feel and it overrode everything.
�P-please,� Sasuke pleaded softly, whole body tingling, alive with sensations. It was all too much for him, the sharp stinging cuts on his back, the throbbing of his cock and his passage, begging for something to fill it. He wanted Orochimaru, wanted the other man to take him, press into him anything to ease the itch inside him. �You. Want you.�
Orochimaru shifted, nudging his dick across the crease of Sasuke's ass. He dragged himself along the crack, slowly, smearing pre-come across Sasuke's skin. Sasuke shivered as he bumped his entrance, pulling at the chains, holding himself up on his toes as he pushed back against the dick teasing him.
Slowly, Orochimaru pushed forward, his hand gripping his cock to guide it as he breached Sasuke. Sasuke bit his lip to keep in the pained moan; it stretched, burnt as Orochimaru pressed inside, despite the preparation. Still he pushed back though, wanting more, the pain was preferable to nothing in his over-heated state.
Orochimaru gripped his waist as he slipped inside slowly, Sasuke clenching around him, gripping him.
Sasuke gasped as Orochimaru pulled him back, fingers slipping on Sasuke's sweat-slicked stomach.
Sasuke moaned as Orochimaru seated himself fully. He ground back, feet stretching as he raised himself up, circling his hips impatiently. He was still so on edge. His passage was stretched and he felt full, fuller than he had with Orochimaru�s tongue. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't that good either and he needed Orochimaru to move, to touch that spot inside him that would make everything good.
The tongue gripping his dick shifted, clenched, tight and hot and oh-so-good around him.
Finally, after the longest time for Sasuke, Orochimaru gripped his hips and pulled back, dragging his cock slowly back through Sasuke's passage, just a little, before slowly pushing back inside. Sasuke whined at the slow, teasing movement, gripping and pulsing around Orochimaru's dick. He wanted it harder and faster and he pulled at his bindings, frustrated and edgy. His muscles were easing now, and he knew it would feel good, better, if only Orochimaru would give it to him the way he wanted it.
Orochimaru was in no hurry as he slowly fucked Sasuke, savouring the pleasure as he gently thrust into him. It was lazy, slow, and much too little for Sasuke who whined impatiently, trying to push back. Nails dug into his hips as Orochimaru pulled out a little further, pushing back into him, keeping that same steady rhythm and Sasuke whined as he brushed so close, oh-so-close, but not close enough to where he needed him. He pushed back further, angling his hips and arching his back as he tried to make Orochimaru touch it.
Orochimaru's tongue pulsed; undulating over him, all the way from root to tip and back down again and he closed his eyes tightly. His stomach tensed, twisting.
Orochimaru pulled back again just a little further, and pushed back in just a little harder. Still teasing, still not enough, but a little more and Sasuke whimpered. Orochimaru pressed his hand to Sasuke's stomach, finger dipping into his navel as he pumped his hips, moving inside Sasuke fluidly.
Sasuke was panting, breathing fast and uneven as Orochimaru fucked him. All he could really do was hang there and take it. Take the long, slow, relentless thrusts inside him. Take the teasing, warm pulsating around his cock of that damn tongue, firm and wet and hot, and so tight.
It was all so good, too good; his body ached, hot and tight and tingling and he wanted more, more of everything.
Strong, muscled arms gripped him and pulled him back, lifting him and holding against a firm chest, and then finally. Finally, Orochimaru touched it, his cock bumped against that little bundle of nerves that had white light exploding behind Sasuke's eyes.
He cried out, sagging in the hold, falling back and down as his body thrummed and soft, almost broken pleas spilled from his lips.
Pleas for more, harder, faster, just more.

And gradually, gradually, he got it. Got more as Orochimaru's thrusts increased, pushing in him deeper, harder, dragging his dick out until the just the tip was left inside Sasuke's tight ass and then driving back in, hard, striking that spot head on and making Sasuke moan in pained gratitude.
And the climb started again for Sasuke. With every thrust, with every squeeze of that tongue, he inched a little higher, a little nearer, until he really couldn't think anymore, could only feel, his nerve endings on fire as he strove desperately, willed himself to climb quicker.
It was building now as Orochimaru's thrusts came faster at last. Faster and harder now and finally Sasuke thought it could be enough. His whole body was hot and his dick was pulsing now, throbbing as that tongue squeezed harder, wrapping tightly around the base and Sasuke whimpered desperately, shaking his head, pushing back again.
Tighter still around his dick and harder, faster inside him. Sasuke couldn't think, couldn't feel anything anymore except Orochimaru.
He'd never felt this way before. Never felt so much pleasure, too much pleasure. He didn't think he could bear it as Orochimaru bumped against his spot unerringly. His dick pulsed again and he cried out loudly, almost thrashing as he was denied once again. That tongue, too good, too tight around him and he just couldn't come.
He struggled, pleading, but it was no good, no good because he was helpless. He was powerless and he sobbed, head falling back against Orochimaru's shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut, body sagging completely now. There was nothing he could do but take it, take it and wait for Orochimaru to give him what he needed.
The arms around him tightened, Orochimaru's fingers spreading across his stomach, his chest. Orochimaru was his world now, he was the only thing that existed to Sasuke. His senses were filled with him and he let them wash over him. Let Orochimaru take him, gave himself to Orochimaru.
And then, suddenly the tongue was gone, unwinding from his dick and Sasuke moaned as a heat, a tight wet heat replaced it. Fierce suction surrounded him and he opened his eyes, gasping as he looked down. Kabuto; Kabuto was on his knees before him, naked, mouth surrounding Sasuke, sucking and lapping at him.
Sasuke cried out as Kabuto moaned around him, watching and shuddering as Orochimaru's wicked, nimble tongue, wrapped itself around Kabuto's hard cock, squeezing and rubbing quickly.
It wouldn't last long now, the heat was spreading, his toes curling and his fingers tingling. His back arched, stomach clenching, as it rose, climbing up his spine, coiling in his groin, tight and hot and he pleaded, silent and desperate in his mind that this time, this time, it wouldn't stop.
Kabuto sucked harder, rubbing the length of Sasuke's cock he couldn't swallow and Sasuke moaned desperately. A hand cupped his balls gently, rolling and massaging them even as Orochimaru thrust deeper, harder.
Sasuke groaned loudly, body tensing as his head fell back again, eyes closed, breath held as he peaked. His nerves tingled, white hot electricity building up along them, balling in his stomach. He cried out as it burst and he came finally, long and hard, Kabuto swallowing around him. He sagged bonelessly, exhausted as his body thrummed with release. His breathing was ragged, fast as he sucked in long, heaving lungfuls of air.
Dimly, in the back of his mind as he floated on the edge of consciousness, he heard two long, quiet, satisfied moans and felt Orochimaru�s release burst hot inside him. He opened his eyes lazily in time to see Kabuto release, Orochimaru�s tongue still milking him. The arms around him tightened and his eyes fell closed, sweet satiation washing over him and leaving him weak. He groaned as Orochimaru withdrew, slipping out of him slowly and carefully.
He slumped down as Orochimaru released him, still breathing heavily, pulse racing, eyes closed and barely conscious. Slowly and carefully he felt his wrists being released. Two pair of hands stroked him, rubbing his shoulders and arms gently, soothing the sharp pains that shot through them as his hands were lowered. He was pulled back against a strong chest, lifted carefully and carried, the low murmuring of voices in the background barely registering in his clouded mind.
He sighed as he was laid down on something soft, cool fabric brushing over his sore and aching body. It felt good, soothing and he curled up under the covers, feeling himself drifting, sleep tugging at his tired mind.
A hand brushed across his cheek, through his hair, caressing him gently. �Sleep now, Sasuke.� Orochimaru�s voice reached him and lips brushed his temple. �We start training in the morning.� The words stroked at the edge of his mind and he smiled to himself.
He was ready.
He understood now, even as he walked the edge of sleep. He'd felt it, he'd given in to it, had accepted his powerlessness.
He'd embraced it and given up control.
And in doing so he'd let it go.
Now he was ready to become truly powerful.
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