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Waking	By : Taes Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1122 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary:

Naruto meets Orochimaru. What hardships await him?
Quote: "...allow me to put in place of all that agony,� a soft chuckle, nothing to see but icy lips, "a little bit of immortality."
WARNINGS: OroNaru, SasuNaru. Rape and torture.
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Waking Delirium.

Strange acts of fleeting bodies
the sun and moon

Chapter Four, Naruto...by Taes.
�We have work to do.� Sasuke�s mouth, Sasuke�s voice, but a snake�s words.
My breath comes shaky and all too loud. hhh...hh...h. it�s trapped in my throat like so much glass, rough and utterly not me. I�m loathe to admit the fear that coursed through my veins, the icy terror that held my eyes shut.
�but Orochimaru seems only amused by that...he bends down to even himself with me, making his horrid presence my entire world. �...love...� he chuckles, and the cold hand caresses my face.
My eyes snap open; (my) heart beats like it would split. My breath comes like heavy rain...I can feel the blood leave my face as my whole body sways.
�What has she done to you?� all concern, his voice is. Not a whit of malice, except in those hard, golden eyes. �The girl of gray...�
For an instant, my heart stops. A smile would find itself to my lips, but I musn�t let it. Instead, I concentrate on the thought of him, �Sasuke...?�
Full blown laughter erupts from porcelain lips. �What is it, Naruto?� that voice...
My own soft whimpers turn to sobs as he puts his frigid hands around my waist, pulling me forward while (no one watches) I quaver from anticipation.
A soft, sly smile from him breaks my concentration, while a tough, sinewy muscle kicks out my legs, toppling me.
With desperate cries and heartbroken mutterings, I can hardly hold myself together.
�Naruto...Naruto...�

it�s true.

it�s fucking true.

his face plucked out

his eyes defiled

Sasuke isn�t the (kid)

ninja I knew...
I�d always hoped, he�d get out
before this
�Let me kiss those crystalline tears from your eyes, doll...let me take from you all that pains that fragile human heart...and allow me to put in place of all that agony,� a soft chuckle, nothing to see but icy lips, �a little bit of immortality.�
My mouth moves on its own accord. �A little bit of you.� I grit my teeth, and the forthcoming laughter is enough to startle and shake me, through and through. �...n��
His hands in my hair. �Naruto, is there something you�d like to say to me?� he purrs, ever the gentleman. �Anything?� he pulls sharply on my hair with beautiful composure�
pain fills my mind.
...there�s very little, see, that�s more sensitive than one�s head...coupled with this one�s knowledge of dark and forbidden ways...? what do we have but�
�my screams fill us,

in and out,

as he strains to

make me feel like

the slave

he thinks he

owns.
�...sa...� I moan, �...Sasuke...� I whimper, clinging to the role Jiraiya thought would please Orochimaru best. �...don�t...� my eyes fill again with liquid, so fast that I can�t see...and I wonder, will he notice?
�Oh, no, red kit...� his smile lingers in my sightless eyes (what has he done?), mocking me. �I�ll have none of that...� his childish amusement would have made me laugh...if the consequences weren�t so very, very real...
He leans towards me.
�Sasuke, no, no, n��
His hands around my neck, silencing my quivering tongue. He�s eating this up, the bastard, and real terror is beginning to come into my heart. �Oh, think of it...� he rakes strong nails across my forehead, etching some sort of design into my bare skin�the headband Konoha issues has long since been removed...left in the forest by the gray girl for the anbu to find it.
Blood pours down my face, warm and sticky, hateful and smelling of copper. While I open my mouth to scream, some of that blood trickles onto my tongue. I gag, even as I can feel the wound healing.
As soon as it closes, those needlelike nails sink again into my flesh, seeking bone, seeking gray matter or (my death?) something unknown to me.
Dizzy now, moaning from pain and not ready for anything, I can only let him do...whatever he wishes.
�...there...� he chuckles. �The mark of Konoha hasn�t left you, child...� he presses my skin, �now...will you bear it proudly, or heal it over?�
I can�t answer for the blood (mine) in my mouth.
�Come with me...� he puts his wretched hands around my waist, and carries me (gently?) through a maze of dark rooms...though it�s shadowy and dirty, I can feel my blood splatter on the hardwood floors...next I know, I�m staring at a stone ceiling, contemplating the flickering flame at my brow.
�...ahh, yes....� that unearthly laughter, again, �so you won�t take Konoha to your pretty face?� He prods my forehead. A smile, and then�
cold, wet and soft as a piece of lamb flesh, yet alive and forceful, his tongue forces its way into my mouth�
I choke, gag, push to no avail.
He pulls away on his own good time, and he licks his lips with that same demonic tongue... �your blood,� he whispers, �excites me...do you have any idea?�
my eyes widen
�Let me show you, Naruto...why that girl told you those things...why it�s so �dangerous� to fool with me and mine.�
I open my mouth to curse him,

...but there is no sound...
alone, here

alone
When he strips us of our clothing, he seems to wish me good will. His soft, emotionless smile would be more suited to a mask, yes. What�s more, the flickering golden light makes him seem larger than he is (and so much larger than me), but he is not harsh, he is not cruel.
I tilt my head just a touch to make my mouth slide with it in mockery of a smile. �Somewhere behind your smooth fa�ade...� I babble, quoting something Tsunade once said about him, �lies there a snake, or a prince?�
This heard, he puts a long and delicate hand on my bare shoulders, and he sings softly, �do you know?�
I shake my head mutely, my eyes fixed on his pearlen skin.
�Do you want to?� the serpent�s intent gaze is on my brow, just where the blood clots.
I open my mouth to answer, but deciding better of it, I only stare, shifting my (all-knowing, blue) eyes downward.
He chuckles, low and soft, waiting for me to say something the child-I would have said. �...my sweet doll...�
Does he mean Sasuke?
My eyes widen as I realize it�no�
he means
me.
Naked now, and too cold to think (is it the chill, or his gaze that makes me say so), I turn my head aside. �Sasuke...� I breathe, �...why...?� just as I would have, six years ago.
Laughing with (delightful or despairing) anticipation, he sinks his long-nailed fingers into my skin��let me show you�� he says again.
An image of the gray girl comes to mind, soft as smoke�and somehow treacherous. But nothing at all, yes? Not when he�
�hss of breath in my ear, a cold body against my own (when did I get so hot?)
I want to push him away...I want to thrust him as far from me as I can, bite him, kill him� but�
remember.

breathe.
to whimper, close eyes, or watch?
This first time, he makes no pretense of love, no mocking smiles. He holds me by my hair, defiles my body as I breathe harshly into the ground. Nothing to it, nothing for it but�
close eyes and
beg him to be gentle

(he isn�t)

as blood rushes to my

face

in shame (or ecstasy?)
�Naruto, Naruto...� he breathes, forcing my body over (I�m on my belly) for easy access and little chance for resistance. �Be a good bitch and tell me�� rough hands here and there, cold tongue all about my back, my�
�everywhere.
�Tell you?� I moan with pain, my heart thumping loudly as I try and resist the urge to haul his sorry ass out (by the flame, by the candle).
�Tell me everything.�
I swallow, try and control my frantic little breathes. But...it�s all so...
I yield, screaming some

for the blood on me

(in me, rising)

and sobbing some

for the humiliation

(of me, who is I)
But he is not done yet. His long hair sweeps my body over as he sets tens and twenties of (tender, loving) kisses on my sore (sometimes bleeding) skin. He will not pause but to laugh, will not relent but to torture me with the�what�suspense?
Feeling his cold hands on my sore bottom, I moan again, face flushed. He pulls me by the hair, around and round to meet my lips with that long, disgusting tongue (which has traveled the length of me) in my mouth.
I weep, I cry out, to no avail. So instead, I watch the flame (as Neji taught me), and the mirror of us there cast in shadow, making nightmares of love.
When it�s done, he leaves with neither exclamation nor farewell. Just a moment of relief aside or atop me, and then�nothing. He�ll send Kabuto, of course, to tend his newfound pet...but what can he do that my heart won�t?
Kabuto, Kabuto...
...he enters with a quiet little sigh, a small smile on cold lips.
He�s grown into that figure of his, my onetime benefactor (he, who was once loved by the heart of a child). His face has lost some of the roundness...his gray hair has lengthened to better frame his face (with knowing, frozen eyes) and at last�those long fingers are suited to his pretty arms...
�Naruto-kun...� a soft, sweet smile by him. This once would have eased my troubles, but now? �You�ve gotten yourself into quite the mess...� he touches one of those hands to my aching legs, smoothing little circles into the skin to relax me.
I can�t help but turn myself towards him, this emotionless man who would ease my pain. I close my eyes, not wanting to talk, not wanting to give way to anger, humiliation or worse. But I do not move.
I hear as Kabuto pulls some sort of cloth from his bag (full of all sorts of nasty things, I�m sure), and he gently begins to clean my face, and other more tender spots. �Lie still...shhh, there, now...shhh...� his hands seem soft, harsh...nothing but sweet pleasure tinged with sorrow and�what heartache...
I struggle to keep my face smooth. Nevertheless, I can�t help but cringe away from his knowing, (large, scolding) hands. My lips twist with frustration and (held back) tears. I swallow a few chocked sobs (barely) and quiver there (so exposed) on that bed...
Soon enough, Kabuto�s cleaning supplies are reddened (touched with the brown of old). So he sighs a little into his collar. With unflinching absentmindedness, he lifts me off that horrible cot...and deposits me on the floor. I�m too exhausted to do anything but lie there, an abandoned dog on the side of the road. The cold stone feels like ice on my (burning) body, a cool sort of medicine that I strained for.
Above me, Kabuto shifts and shuffles, replacing the old sheets with new ones, scrubbing away at the flecks of blood...beside me, I can see some of the same dulled, rust-colored (water) stuff on the tiles...pooled there from when Orochimaru (hiding in a friend�s skin) carried me here. I close my eyes and shift my body to cool another ache, when strong arms close about my waist. I�m strung in midair a moment as he slings me over his shoulder (he�s that much stronger...) and walks. Cllk, cllp, clkk... his softly sounding steps on stone echoes in my ears.
When he puts me down again, it�s not another bed, nor is it a place to regain my lost obscurity...but a bath, filled with steaming water that smells faintly of medicine and...my eyes widen as the scent of it fills my fox-sharpened senses.
Wildflower.
But it�s too late (too soon in the game) to protest, and I�m immersed in the stinging, all-encompassing water.
I let out a gasp, just before he pushes my head under, working unsparingly on the knots in my hair...releasing blood into the water while he cleans me as best he can...The water becomes red. Watching him from a warm prison of flowing tension, I swallow my pride and close my eyes. Under the water still.
When he pulls me up, I�m gasping for breath, grasping for his hands to keep me stable. I, clinging there while water runs down my face, shiver, despite the warmth. He�s so cold. However, before I can open my eyes, his fingers are on my face, tracing the lines etched there (as though by fire, they�re far deeper than I can sense...and like fire, they grow with stimulation...).
�Kyuubi...yes?� he breathes. �I wonder...why do you allow yourself to be here?� he pinches my cheeks a second before releasing me. I fall backwards, and he lets his hands trail over my fire-sculpted body, until finally he�s cupped my sex between his hands. There in the warm water, while I flush yet again...
�Ka-ka...Kabuto-niisan...� my older brother, by calling him this, I fall back into the past�s trap. To the time he helped me (us), and acted in the place of a family I never had. �P-please...� I whisper, hoping he�ll take the jump in my voice for fear and not anger. To settle for submission, not battle. I whimper quietly, and sink into the hot bath.
He looks at me coolly, experimentally, as though judging my thoughts by my response.
I choke back a sob, clench my fists, �please,� I fall forward, covering myself and all my parts, �no more.�
He chuckles quietly at this, but no hint of relaxation seeps into his expression. �You, Naruto, are nothing more than a slave...brought here for the enjoyment of Lord Orochimaru, and only for this. The moment he allows for it...� his hands on my neck, his dark eyes flashing behind round glasses, �you�re gone.�
�...y-yes, m�lord...� I reply quietly, so that only he (inches from me) might hear it.
He pulls me from the water within time, and holds me close after drying all the wetness from me (his chakura is light and controlled, I see). With his hands around me, and his heart beating so close to mine, I let my head droop, my eyes close.
�...why are you here, Naruto-kun?� his voice is soft as he brings me through the dark catacombs. �Surely your mission didn�t include capture and rape by the leader of Oto.�
Knowing him, knowing what he expects, in his false kindness and hard eyes, I cry silently. �...I...got too close...� I mumble, shaking my head quickly. �Tried to see too much, and...� my whole body shakes. �I-I just want to go home.�
His returning laughter startles me, and his pace slows to a stop. �I�m sure you do.� he pauses. �But you have your reasons...to forfeit a clash between lieutenants of our villages.�
He must mean that girl...and me.
Before I can say anything in protest or agreement, he�s forced me to my feet, shoved me forward and turned me around�face to face with manacles and chains more suited for a dog than a person, but�
�Naruto, my friend...� he smiles softly. �There will be no escape. Whatever plan you�ve made fails here, in the belly of the snake...� the sound of bone cracking fills my ears, but it�s only the chains opening with a forceful chakura-key that I�ve never seen the likes of. �Bitch,� he addresses me calmly, �wait here until the Lord calls for you.�
I lurch away, straining to keep myself from this horrible degradation (without thinking). I lunge at his legs in a rounded-off kick, duck and roll as he watches from behind. A hand on my wrist, suddenly, and his warm presence behind me again.
stop.

remember.

fall.
I close my eyes as he shackles me, facing the wall with leaking eyes and a face red from shame. �Kabuto�!� I plead.
He ties a blindfold around my eyes, but my mouth he leaves be. �By all means,� he murmurs gently, �my little whore...� he chuckles again, �Cry. Beg. Scream. It will amuse my Lord when nothing else can...�
And so alone in darkness, he leaves me...nothing to study, no way to move, to sit or release my tension. Alone, alone, so terribly alone... waiting there to be set free (to torture) to gentle caresses in an ocean of water (drowning). My hands are wrought with pain as I try and escape, try and put my hands around his throat and choke the life from him. And I�m still horribly, horribly�
just me.
Waiting.
Listening.
(alone)
Finally, I scream at him, at the traitor from my youth, at my one-time friend and would-be lover. I curse the Lord who broke my teachers� hearts...damn him to a painful death...
...and when I�ve screamed my throat raw and tongue swollen, I cry, frustrated, hurt. Tired.
But no one comes.
(alone)
Days, with neither reply nor concern, my wrists chaffed and swollen from want to escape, stomach shrunk from need. I can only yell so long...and then boredom (that old friend I hate so much) takes me.
(alone)
painfully, horribly
waiting...waiting, screaming, crying (dying),
alone.
And then, listen now, steps from behind, broken steps and awful laughter, I hear him, Orochimaru, at my back and around my shoulders. I can only cry with relief.
�Please,� I gasp, my pleas, �Please, please...� crying in earnest, so fast and deep my heart can�t keep up, �Sasuke,� I can�t breathe for my paralyzing fear, my deadened determination, �don�t leave me...�
He laughs.

his hands are cold,

his tongue soft, his

embrace

anything but loving.

The cracking of bones

(my hands, as he

pulls

the shackles from them)

and once again

my screams

fill

everything around us.
I�m glad

(wretched)

a jumble of

broken

pieces in his hands.
Watching him (not the

shadows) I move my

body (bleeding) to find love

(where there is none)

I weep as he

leaves tender,

loveless

kisses on my face.
Help me, help me please,

I can�t but

want

for him, who torments

me

for him who heals

me.
A wish? A hope? Let me
...god...
...this isn�t....
what I imagined it to be.
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Next time: Sasuke. smoke in my eyes
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