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Natural-Born Predator	By : SenyaLing Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1285 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2:
What It Means to be Owned

Orochimaru was quite pleased with his new pet.
After being fucked by the older man only minutes after awakening, Kakashi had been quiet and pliant (with shock, the Sannin imagined) for quite some time. Orochimaru had taken the opportunity to summon some servants, have the boy bound and blindfolded, and given another injection of chakra-inhibiting drugs before being moved from the cave annex he'd been in over to the part of the underground palace where Orochimaru normally resided. His Sound Village was young yet and did not extend far beyond this hidden lair, but within it, his power was absolute. No one questioned what he was doing playing with this boy, though it was very true that there were other important things he could have been taking care of.
At this particular moment, however, he felt like giving himself a bit of a treat. After all, his plan -- with the minor hitch of having been discovered by that old bastard Sarutobi before he could completely finish moving the contents of his secret lab to Otogakure -- had worked nearly flawlessly. He had escaped Konoha's clutches scot-free, was quietly established here in his Sound Village with the promise of years of uninhibited room to covertly increase its power... and he had taken possession of Hatake Sakumo's son without anyone even noticing his presence.
Hatake Sakumo. A name that made something in his chest clench, in desire and revulsion. How dare such a beautiful creature be so damnedly virtuous? How dare he die so young?
How dare he fall in love with a gods-damned woman?
Orochimaru had covertly taken his revenge on that bitch years ago, when little Kakashi had been only an infant... but he had been waiting for Sakumo. Biding his time until he could make the other man his, then utterly destroy him, the way watching those two smile at each other had destroyed what was left of Orochimaru's scant attachment to the human race. He had waited, wanting the moment to be perfect, one that would be truly sweet, one that could last as long as he wanted it to. Revenge was a dish best served cold, or so the saying went.
But then that beautiful, idiot fuck had to go and kill himself.
Orochimaru could be reasonable, when the situation demanded. He could compromise. Bringing Hatake Sakumo back to life was a feat not yet within his grasp, though someday he would surely perfect the art of raising the dead. But for now.
For now. The son could pay for the sins of the foolish father.
At first he had been concerned that he might have overestimated the boy's strength of will; Kakashi had been quiet for close to three days after being locked up in Orochimaru's bedroom, left on the floor next to the canopy bed nude, collared, leashed, and chained to the bedpost, hands bound behind him inside tight, sturdy leather mitts that immobilized his fingers within. But perhaps it was only the fault of the sedatives Orochimaru had been keeping in his system, for the older man stopped giving those injections once the boy awoke, and lo and behold -- by the end of the third day Kakashi had returned to scowling menacingly at his captor from his spot on the floor, even his nakedness seemingly forgotten.
Yes, Orochimaru was quite pleased. It would have been disappointing if his new plaything was so easily broken.
"Good evening, Kakashi-kun," he greeted the boy as he stepped inside, pulling the door shut behind him, and walked over to his closet to change clothes with a smirk. He didn't look back, but he was sure his young guest was looking every possible direction except Orochimaru's as the Sannin undressed.
"When are you going to let me go?" Kakashi demanded as Orochimaru turned back, now dressed in a loose, simple lavender yukata. The boy's forbidding expression was somewhat undone by the way his dark-rimmed gaze wavered slightly as he spoke. He had barely slept or eaten in the last three days; Orochimaru noted that the bowls of water and rice gruel sitting next to him on the floor had remained untouched today, as well.
"Let you go? Kakashi-kun, there is no place for silly questions in Otogakure. This is your home now." Orochimaru wandered over to kneel down next to the younger boy and ruffle his hair; Kakashi bristled at the touch.
"More importantly," the Sannin observed, "you haven't been eating, Kakashi-kun. It's bad for your health."
"Hmph. I'm not your dog, Orochimaru. I don't eat out of a bowl on the floor." Kakashi glared up at him challengingly. "And besides, it's drugged. I can smell it."
"Be that as it may, Kakashi-kun, all living creatures must eat." Orochimaru smiled faintly. "What happened to running away from here? Getting your precious Sensei to take you back? If you waste away from lack of food, you'll be useless for either one, will you not? And I have no plans to serve you at a table with chopsticks and silverware anytime soon."
He cocked his head slightly, smile widening.
"You are a thing, Kakashi-kun. A toy. A pet. And you are my pet, and I cannot have animals eating at the table. It's unsanitary."
Kakashi just scowled at him more.
"You're a sick bastard. After I get out of here I hope Jiraiya-sama shows up and kills you like he's always wanted to."
Orochimaru was quiet for a moment. His smile got a little wider.
"Hmm."
His hands absently formed seals as he stood up, still smiling. "I think perhaps we shall have to start with that mouth of yours."
He snapped out the name -- "Ayatsuri no Jutsu!" -- and watched with pleasure as his chakra invaded Kakashi's body, suffusing the boy's limbs and sending him helplessly limp. Under most circumstances, this manipulation jutsu was impossible to work on a fast-moving, strong-willed shinobi; but Kakashi's chakra was still suppressed by drugs, and his body weak from lack of food and sleep, and thus Orochimaru was able to manipulate the movements of the boy's body with ease.
"This is what happens when you speak ill of your Master, Kakashi-kun," he informed the boy pleasantly, undoing the tie of his yukata and letting it slide to the floor to reveal his white, naked body. Controlled by Orochimaru's jutsu, Kakashi could not move a muscle, not even to close his eyes or turn his head away. Orochimaru focused the boy's gaze, forcing him to stare straight at Orochimaru's manhood, already erect and fairly throbbing between his legs. The sweet anticipation of imagining that sweeter face -- Sakumo's face -- submitting utterly to his will was all it took.
"From now on, you shall refer to me as Master at all times, and address me with nothing but respect. If you fail to, you will be punished, as you are about to be punished now. Pleasure me, Kakashi-kun," Orochimaru ordered with a sweet smile, walking a few steps closer. His jutsu brought Kakashi forward as well, and he gleefully watched the horror rising in the boy's single dark eye as Orochimaru pulled the strings on his temporary puppet. Kakashi's mouth opened wide as he moved to take Orochimaru in.
Orochimaru petted the white head softly as he directed Kakashi's tongue, the movements of his mouth. He never tired of this technique -- after all, who knew better how Orochimaru liked it than Orochimaru himself... Kakashi licked his way down the older man's shaft slowly, from top to bottom, increasing in intensity as he moved to start again; he grazed his teeth lightly just-so against the tip of the penis, and Orochimaru gave a shuddering sigh of pleasure, a trickle of pre-cum leaking out to roll down Kakashi's cheek as Orochimaru directed the boy's mouth up to his balls as well. It was a sweet, sweet tease, and at last he went for the finale, Kakashi's soft hair brushing against his bare chest as the boy squeezed his teeth just the tiniest bit harder against Orochimaru's cock, sucked delicately at the tip-- and with a shudder Orochimaru released into his pet's mouth, sighing up at the ceiling in perfect contentment as lights briefly flashed across his gaze.
He made Kakashi swallow, and leaned down smilingly to lick the dab of liquid off the boy's face with his prehensile tongue.
"I am going to enjoy having you around, Kakashi-kun," he promised the other boy, letting go the jutsu as he sat down still naked on the edge of his bed, petting Kakashi's hair for a little while longer. Kakashi simply stared down at the floor, shuddered once, and said nothing.
Orochimaru smiled and supposed he would leave it here for today. In another few days, the boy should have recovered his spirits a bit, and then it would be time for further training...
He didn't want to break the little thing all at once, after all.
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