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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 3:
Binding

Two weeks had passed since his awakening, and Kakashi was still looking for a chance to escape.
He had not been let out of what seemed to be Orochimaru's bedroom since first arriving there. There were no windows in the underground room, a grey-tiled expanse carpeted in expensive rugs and filled with black lacquer furniture and exotic-looking curiosities; the only light came from the single electric lamp installed in the ceiling and the torches posted in the hall outside, and these never went unlit unless their master was sleeping. Thus Kakashi, still restrained in chains and collar and attached to the side of the bed, could discern the time only by observing the comings and goings of the servants and of the sick Sannin who styled himself Kakashi's "Master".
He had yet to call Orochimaru by the hated title that he'd been so imperiously ordered to use. Rather than earn himself another... punishment... for the lack of it, Kakashi was doing his best not to speak at all except when absolutely necessary. He more than regretted letting his temper and unease and tension get to him on those first few days; if he hadn't snapped so unnecessarily at Orochimaru, perhaps he might not... might not have been forced to...
His eyes trailed toward the rug on the floor as a shiver passed through his frame, mind calling up images of a few days ago entirely without his consent. The way he'd leaned forward as eagerly as if he'd been moving under his own power, a contented slave to his master's pleasure... the velvet feeling of Orochimaru's cock against his tongue, and the sudden taste of cum in his mouth, spattering hot and wet into the back of his throat... With Orochimaru controlling him he hadn't even been able to gag. And try as he might, he hadn't been able to make himself throw up afterwards, either.
The feeling of... of... of violation had been near-completely overwhelming, and he'd had to sit there for a very long time, keeping his eyes away from that man and repeating the Shinobi Precepts in his head over and over � all two hundred of them � to keep from... screaming or whimpering or looking even weaker and more pathetic than he must look already. It had been so much worse than even the first day he'd awakened... at least then, with Orochimaru's long tongue fondling his nipples, dick sliding slickly into Kakashi's anus, at least then he'd had control of his own body and the responses he made...
Precept twenty-five. A shinobi must possess a heart that never shows tears.
He just had to last until he could find a way out of here. Just... just until then.
He wasn't sure what to do, though. The bedroom door was left open at all times unless Orochimaru was within it, but that did Kakashi no good if he couldn't even get himself unchained from the bedpost... the thick black leather collar around his neck was attached to the bed by a short chain leash � barely long enough for him to stand upright � secured with a sturdy padlock. His hands were still bound behind his back, still encased in those goddamn leather mitts that kept him from making seals or attempting any lockpicking (if there'd even been any equipment available, which of course there was not)... and his chakra was still at the strength of an average civilian, far below the level it would have taken to perform even the most basic jutsu. They'd stopped giving him injections of whatever drug they were using � Kakashi assumed it was a new concoction of Orochimaru's, as he didn't recognize it from the smell � but it was still showing up every day in his food, which he had finally resigned himself to eating on about the fifth day, when he'd nearly been too weak to stay conscious.
That had been a bitter, bitter day.
He had stared at the twin bowls of water and rice gruel, freshly replaced by a servant, for what seemed endless hours after Orochimaru left that morning. If he let himself fall into the older man's psychological traps one time too many, there was no way he was ever going to get out of here; and yet on the other hand, Orochimaru's words were perfectly true. Kakashi was never going to survive long enough to see home again if he didn't eat.
The throb of the Sharingan in his head had reminded him that he had promises to keep; and so he'd let go his dignity for a moment, and with a lurch, lowered himself to lap at the gruel in the little bowl, looking for all the world like one of his nin-dogs.
That was how Orochimaru had found him that evening, with his tongue flicking out, water droplets pit-patting against his face here and there as he crouched, carefully drinking from his bowl. He froze as he caught the scent of the snake Sannin stepping into the doorway, scooting back toward the side of the bed to glare at his captor murderously, but Orochimaru had already seen him. The Sannin had smiled, looking cruelly pleased as his eyes surveyed the near-empty food bowls, and walked over to give Kakashi a gentle scratch on the head. Kakashi had not been able to supress his instinctive shudder at the older man's touch.
"Good boy," Orochimaru had praised him, walking over to his wardrobe to change clothes. Kakashi supposed he should be grateful that nothing more had been said on the subject, but the Sannin's hungry eyes had been fixed on him all that night. Kakashi had curled up in his spot on the floor and said nothing, staring determinedly at a corner, and Orochimaru had settled down atop his bedcovers with a book; but Kakashi had felt that hot gaze boring into the back of his head, promising worse humiliations to come. He had sat there staring in the opposite direction of his captor until he finally succumbed to an uneasy slumber.
If there was one bright spot to this nightmare, though, at least in the last two weeks there had been rather less sex than he'd imagined. Kakashi had feared Orochimaru would want him every night, but the older man appeared to be biding his time, taking nearly as much pleasure from simply having a caged Kakashi in his bedroom as from the sex itself. But Kakashi had his doubts as to how long this arrangement would last... he needed to regain his strength and find a way out of this hell as soon as possible.
"Kakashi-kun?"
He was called back from his thoughts, body tensing automatically, as Orochimaru appeared at the door. The Sannin smiled as he glided silently into the room, as smug as ever; trailing behind him carrying a large black rucksack on his back was someone Kakashi had never seen before � a silver-haired boy perhaps a few years younger than Kakashi himself, with dark eyes, glasses, and a gently smiling expression.
That smile made the hair stand up on the back of Kakashi's neck.
"I have someone I'd like you to meet, Kakashi-kun," Orochimaru explained pleasantly, gesturing toward his young companion, who bowed obligingly. "This is my apprentice, Kabuto."
"Hello, Kakashi," Kabuto greeted him with head cocked slightly to one side, a peculiar shade of smugness creeping into his smile as he addressed the older boy, still nude and chained to the bed. Kabuto pulled absently on the straps of the rucksack as he spoke. "It's certainly a pleasure."
Kakashi just glared at the both of them.
"Kakashi-kun. Say hello to Kabuto," Orochimaru told him mildly.
Kakashi was silent. Orochimaru leaned over a little to tap him reprovingly on the forehead.
"Now, Kakashi-kun. Are you going to make me punish you?" he wondered with hooded eyes, a faint smile playing about the porcelain lips.
Kakashi gritted his teeth, narrowed his eyes up at the Sannin for a moment, and returned his gaze to the new boy.
"Hello, Kabuto," he gritted out. A second later, he nearly jumped at a sudden sharp smack against his bare buttocks. He sucked in a breath as his skin throbbed slightly with pain, fading after a moment into a faint tingle.
"That simply won't do, Kakashi-kun," Orochimaru told him calmly, gesturing with the folded wooden fan he'd just used in the brief spanking. "Master Kabuto. And you must remember to be respectful."
Kakashi took a deep breath, resisted the urge to glare at the sick Sannin some more, and returned his gaze to Kabuto's face, willing himself to look calm.
He had to do this. He had to do this, he told himself. Better a little humiliation now than a lot of suffering later.
"Hello, Master Kabuto," he repeated, with as much respect as he could muster at the moment. It wasn't a very great deal, but Orochimaru seemed satisfied; he smiled as he tucked the wooden fan away within the folds of his royal-blue kimono.
"I have a treat for you today, Kakashi-kun," he explained as he produced a key from somewhere else within his clothes, walking over to stand next to the bedpost where Kakashi was chained up. Kakashi watched the key and the hand grasping it intently, and Orochimaru simply smiled, as though he knew exactly what the boy was thinking � and he probably did, at that. "It must be terribly boring being cooped up here in my room all day with nothing to do," he continued as Kabuto walked over to stand beside him, slinging the rucksack around to deposit it on the floor as he began to open up the top. "Since we have the pleasure of having Kabuto home to visit, I thought you and he and I could all take a trip down to the lab together. I need to see to my pet's health anyway..." His smile widened, eyes falling half-lidded. "It should be fun."
Kakashi's attention was diverted from the key for a moment as he suddenly noticed a clinking coming from Kabuto's direction. The little boy had produced another set of chains and leather cuffs from within the black rucksack; Kakashi scooted backwards instinctively, a grimace of dislike and anticipation surfacing on his face before he could suppress it, but of course there wasn't really anywhere he could go. His squirming availed him nothing as Orochimaru took up the short chains, laid the key atop the bedcovers � so close, yet so far away! � and swiftly tugged away the cord binding Kakashi's hands together before pinning the boy against the side of the bed. Kakashi attempted to shove at him with mitt-encased hands, but went limp as Kabuto suddenly gave his leash a vicious jerk, white light flashing across Kakashi's vision as he was momentarily choked. Orochimaru quickly fastened the new leather cuffs to the boy's body, one each pulled tight around his upper arms just below his shoulders and around the very tops of his thin thighs. The chains stretched short and taut between his left arm and left thigh, right arm and right thigh; he could barely hold his arms up parallel to his legs before the restraints stopped him, and the buckles and protruding belt strap on the thigh cuffs brushed against his exposed cock when he moved, sending a faint shiver through his body.
Kabuto unlocked the padlock on the bed after a moment and Kakashi scrambled to his knees, but could go no further; the new restraints kept him from moving at more than a crawl, and attempting to get to his feet, he nearly fell on his face instead. Orochimaru gave a titter of polite laughter as he took up Kakashi's leash, tugging at it gently.
"Don't worry, Kakashi-kun," he promised the boy in a kind voice, "we'll move slowly just for you. But remember that this is your proper place. I am trying to teach you a lesson in humility, you see. You're far too insolent," he explained, a predatory smile twitching at his lips.
"Now then, Kabuto... shall we proceed to the laboratory?"
They walked out of the bedroom with Kabuto in the lead; Orochimaru behind him, leash held securely in his grip; and Kakashi crawling on all fours down the hallway behind the man who was not his Master.
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