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- 1-Controling Sasuke
- 1
“Very good Sasuke-kun. You’re able
to summon Kaoi and it’s only your second try,”
Orochimaru praised. He was rather impressed; it took a lot to summon Manda’s
daughter.

He turned, indicating that today’s training was complete. As
he passed Kabuto the young man titled his head to the side and focused his gaze
behind him. Narrowing his eyes in annoyance, Orochimaru stopped and waited.

“I want to summon Manda.” Sasuke said tonelessly in to the
waiting silence.

Orochimaru fought not to throttle the insolent boy. Or maybe
go to Konoha and beat the Kyuubi boy, Naruto, for inspiring him to want to
summon the boss snake as Naruto’d summoned the boss toad.

“You’re not ready to summon Manda,” he told him dryly. He
wanted to chuckle at the angry, petulant aura beating against his back in
invisible waves. Those waves said as loud as words that Sasuke thought he was
more than ready for this. Orochimaru glanced at Kabuto, letting him see the
impatience in his golden eyes.

“Sasuke-kun, you will be able to summon Manda-sama
eventually. However, at this time your chakra…”
Kabuto paused; trying to find a way to tell the glaring 13 year old that he
simply wasn’t mentally strong enough to control Manda. Both he and Orochimaru
knew Sasuke was physically able to summon the big snake but Manda, well, let’s
just say he wasn’t the easiest to handle. You needed an intense sense of self
and an iron dominance to resist his…mental pressuring.

Kabuto felt a thrill of fear and something he didn’t want to
identify flow down his spine as he remembered his first dealings with Manda. He
forced his thoughts back to the present quickly before he remembered anything too
vividly.

Sasuke’s face was like a marble statue and his black eyes
were chips of obsidian glittering with hostile intent. He was pissed. Kabuto
sighed and glanced back to Orochimaru. Those keen gold eyes gleamed into his own. He bowed his head in acknowledgement and
stepped back to allow the older man to address Sasuke.

Orochimaru spoke without turning around to look at the teen.
He set his voice low and very firm so that there would be no question of his
unwillingness to negotiate his next words.

“Tomorrow, Sasuke-kun, I will allow you to summon Manda.”

Kabuto stared at the man’s profile in shock. What was he
thinking? Manda would not be happy with Sasuke’s insolent attitude and the
smirk on said boy’s face wasn’t very reassuring either.

Manda was going to eat him alive.

The next day found Orochimaru and Sasuke in a large field a
few miles away from the Sound lair. Orochimaru’s long black hair blew back from
his pale face in a breeze that swept across the open space, ruffling the grass
and kicking up dust. He looked at Sasuke who was staring back at him seemingly
unemotional. But Orochimaru could read him perfectly and saw the excitement
leaking from those black eyes of his. Orochimaru smiled. It would be
interesting to see how Sasuke and Manda got along on their first meeting.

“Sasuke-kun,” the man called. “Come and stand next to me. Draw
your blood down the seal on my arm before forming the signs of the summoning jutsu. Put all of your chakra in
to it.”

Sasuke walked over to him and stood at his side, close
enough to reach the arm with the seal but not close enough to touch even so
much as a sleeve hem accidentally. Orochimaru held out his arm, the sleeve of
his kimono already raised to bare the circular mark on
the forearm. In a smooth move, Sasuke bit his thumb and swiped the blood
welling on it down the middle of the summoning seal. His hands quickly but
carefully flew threw the seals required, then one slammed to the ground before
him.

A loud crashing heralded the arrival of Manda in the
clearing. Both man and teen shielded their eyes from the dirt kicked up from
the shifting form of the large snake.

“Orochimaru,” Manda
boomed. “How dare you bring me out here with out my sacrifices ready.” The snake lashed out at the man with his tail and
watched, annoyed, when he and the smaller one next to him jumped to avoid it.

“I did not summon you this time Manda,” Orochimaru said as
he landed. “Sasuke-kun did.”

Sasuke visibly started at the sound of his name. It took him
a few seconds to reconstruct the hard as nails expression he normally wore but
the damage had been done. Manda had seen the frightened look the teen had shot him.
The snake had to give him credit though; he didn’t shrink away but walked
closer and stood at a respectful distance from him.

Manda stared at Sasuke in an unblinking, direct way and the
hairs on the back of the boy’s neck stood up. He knew the boy was intimidated.
He could taste his fear in the air around them. Completely disregarding Sasuke,
Manda turned to Orochimaru.

“You let this child summon me,” his voice was low,
hissing and utterly enraged. He was going to kill him and that brat both for
this outrage.

“I am not a child,” Sasuke said. He blinked as if he
couldn’t believe it himself that he’d actually spoken out loud and rebuked the
large snake towering over him.

Manda stared for such a long time at the boy that it seemed
he’d been turned to a statue of himself. Suddenly to Sasuke’s shock, Manda
laughed. It was a loud, hissing sound that was entirely unpleasant in its
malice.

“Is that so brat? Well, I will just have to see how
un-childlike you are,” he said.

As fast as a striking….snake, Manda brought his large head
to eye level with Sasuke. Not being completely stupid, Sasuke activated his
sharingan as the larger-than-his-head blue eyes came in contact with his.
Smaller snakes had wrapped themselves around Sasuke’s lower body, making it so
that he couldn’t jump away. He was, effectively and annoyingly, trapped.

“Let’s get started.” Manda hissed out a breath into the
trapped boy’s face. It smelled as rank as you would expect a man-eating snake’s
breath to smell; reeking of rotten meat and noxious unidentifiable things.

Sasuke watched as the slit black pupils contracted sharply
in their surrounding blue. It was the last thing he saw before the clearing
disappeared around him and was replaced by……a room? Sasuke blinked at his new
surroundings, trying to see past it with his sharingan but getting no feedback
from it.

The room was richly decorated, almost elaborately so, with
dark reds, gleaming blacks and creamy ivories. From where he stood in the
center, Sasuke could see a large futon taking up almost the whole of one wall
except for about half a foot on either side of it. It was softly padded and
topped with crimson sheets of high quality with copious cushions artfully
arrayed everywhere. A black eyebrow rose and he turned in a circle to view the
rest of the room. Everywhere he looked there were soft surfaces for lounging or
sitting. A table was off to one side that was made of some heavy, dark stone.
Just as he was going to turn back to the futon, a husky, masculine voice spoke
from off to his right and he spun to face it.

“Well brat, how do you like it?” A young man walked from
where he’d apparently been standing watching Sasuke the entire time.

Sasuke widened his eyes and stared at the strange man
speechlessly. He was tall, lithe and broad shouldered with long black hair the
same length as Orochimaru’s. In fact, there were quite a few features that
reminded him of Orochimaru. The eyes were the same shape but they were slate
blue instead of golden. The mouth was wide and the nose long. There, however,
the similarities ended.

His skin was tan with a blush of purple and highly luminous.
It was like someone wrapped a grape in a layer of dark caramel. On top of his
head, nestled in the black hair close to the hairline, were two protrusions.
They stuck out about two inches and matched the blunt tips of his ears. On his
forehead was a mark in the shape of a hexagon which was pitch black and shiny
like….like a scale.

Sasuke’s eyes bugged as he came to the realization that this
was Manda standing in front of him, shirtless and dressed only in loose,
billowy black pants. He looked human, sort of. There was something in his stare
or maybe his stance that screamed ‘not human’.

Quickly regaining himself, Sasuke put his hands in his
pockets and gave Manda a bored look. Of course Manda only hissed out a laugh
and stopped in front of the boy, looking down at him.

“I could have made it a chamber like the ones Orochimaru has
in the basements of his compounds but this is much better for my purpose,” he
told him.

“What purpose?” Sasuke asked suspiciously. Since he refused
to back up a step, he lifted his chin up to look the now humanized snake in the
eyes.

“To see how strong your mind is,” Manda told him. The side
of his wide mouth quirked at the defiant posture the boy was showing. But the
way he wasn’t backing down or showing fear was promising. He was just so young.
Manda eyed him and judged him to be around 13 or a very young 14 years of age. This
was going to be so entertaining. He bet the brat was even still a virgin.

Sasuke’s eyes narrowed then faded from the sharingan back to
their original black color. There was no use in wasting the chakra
to keep them active if they weren’t doing anything. Little did he know that that was the worse
thing he could have done since it had been the sharingan that had kept Manda
from touching him before now.

Not one to lose an opportunity, Manda leaned down and
captured Sasuke’s lips in a mind blowing, sensual kiss. It was full of passion,
lust and a whole lot of extra long tongue. Sasuke gasped sharply as a wave of
desire rose in him. Something wasn’t right. He didn’t want Manda, not at all.
But his body was reacting as if Manda was the most desirable thing ever. He
knew this feeling was false; knew that somehow Manda was controlling his body’s
reactions. His mind was still clear. He could think, although that ability was
quickly deteriorating under the lust caused by…whatever it was Manda was doing.

Manda, on the other hand, was having the best time
plundering the boy’s mouth. His taste was fresh and addicting. The little
noises he was making were positively delicious and Manda savored them as one
would a fine wine. Kabuto hadn’t been this sweet to
break. He’d have to cut down on the sacrifices he was expecting from Orochimaru
for the pleasure of showing this brat his place. Sasuke wasn’t even trying to
fight the hold he had on him. Maybe he’d made him breathe in to much of the
poison when he’d captured him in his gaze. Not that it mattered how willing the
boy was. He was going to have him moaning in pleasure anyway.

Not too many knew about Manda’s love of sexual pleasure. In
fact, the number was reduced to two at the present; the other four having died
in his embrace. Only Orochimaru and Kabuto knew just
how much the big snake loved to cast himself into a human form and explore the
world of physical pleasure. He’d done so a number of times and had become quite
good at it, if he did say so himself. The number was about to be upped to
three.

When Sasuke’s body finally obeyed his mind’s screams of
‘stop that right now!’ he was pressed close to Manda’s front with his hands
wrapped around the trim waist and buried in his long hair. His eyes had slid
closed and, most embarrassingly, he was straddling one of Manda’s legs and
rubbing his groin against it.

Black eyes snapped open and he tugged fiercely on the long
black hair in his hands, jerking Manda’s head away from his. Their lips
separated and a moan ripped itself from Sasuke’s throat unbidden. He was
breathing heavily as he pushed at Manda’s chest to separate them further. It
was much harder then it should have been; almost as if he was being pulled
towards the temptation that was Manda’s gorgeous form by a blood hot cord of
primal lust. However, Manda wasn’t trying to hold him. On the contrary he stood
still, looking down at the struggling boy with an annoying little smile playing
around his mouth.

Finally, Sasuke got himself away and not touching Manda. His
expression flitted from anger to frustration to confusion and a host of other
emotions in rapid succession. Each one was felt fully and without censure,
courtesy of Manda’s own special poison laced illusion. Orochimaru had told him
that Sasuke had trouble with strong emotions. That he allowed himself to be
controlled by them. Apparently, it was true.

A glare was leveled at Manda with killing force. Seems the
brat had chosen anger to help him fight his way free of the snake’s hold. If
Manda hadn’t been able to notice the shaking hands that reached towards him and
then jerked back down it would have been impressive.

“What did you do to me?” Sasuke barely recognized the thick,
husky voice that spoke as his own. Each word was slow and was meant to sound
threatening but instead ended up sounding choked with suppressed desire and
slightly frightened.

Manda was enchanted. This one was better then all his other
conquests; including the never ending challenge of Orochimaru. And he was
prettier by far. A rosy blush spread across the boy’s milky white skin lending
him an air of innocence. The black hair and matching eyes only enhanced the
pale skin and made the blooming blush stand out all the more. In his eyes was a
glittering intelligence and hint of steel that had Manda hard in an instant.
Sasuke was stronger then Orochimaru gave him credit for. But he was also
depressingly weak for the game they were playing.

“I kissed you,” Manda said amusedly. He chuckled warmly at
the withering look he was shot by Sasuke. “Oh come on brat, from what I could
feel it looks like you enjoyed it just as much as I did.” He gestured to the
erection tenting the front of his pants and then to the smaller tent in
Sasuke’s white shorts.

Eyes following the gesture as intended, Sasuke reddened even
more as he realized that he was aroused and that there was no hiding it from
the bright, observant eyes of Manda. Instead of sputtering or shying away as
Manda expected, Sasuke straightened and faced him squarely.

“What is this? It’s not genjutsu;
my sharingan would have seen through that,” Sasuke asked, voice still thick and
strained. His mind was working over time, trying to think through the
completely unexpected situation he’d found himself. Tingles of electric desire
kept jolting through his body, interrupting his thoughts just when a solution
would float close enough to grasp. This, Sasuke realized, was probably the
idea. He shook his head, tousling his hair, to try and shake off the unwanted
feelings.

All the while, Manda was watching closely. When he thought
that Sasuke was getting a handle on himself, he threw the boy a new situation
to deal with. With a thought, this was his world after all, he took away
Sasuke’s clothing, leaving the boy beautifully naked before him. Sasuke flat
out freaked for a good minute at the first draft of air on his naked skin. He
looked down at himself in confusion at first, brows scrunched and lips
frowning.

Then, the fun started.

Black eyes widened impossibly large and long fingered, pale
hands shot to cover a firm blushing erection. Sasuke darted glances around
franticly to find something to cover his nakedness as Manda’s deep hissing
laugh filled the room at the spectacle Sasuke was making of himself. Shooting a
death glare at the laughing Manda, he half ran over to a pile of pillows and
grabbed a deep crimson one and put it in front of himself. It was so large it
covered him from armpit to knee. The blush on his face was nearly the same
color as the pillow.

“Where the hell are my clothes?” Sasuke shot out. Pure anger
had burned away the annoying tingles and jolts of lust; leaving his voice
strong and normal again.

“They were never there to begin with,” came
the enigmatic reply from a highly amused Manda. The boy was defiantly a virgin.
He’d bet ten years of his life that their kiss had been his first. He couldn’t
believe Orochimaru had thrown him a virgin. It was like throwing a newborn
bunny into a snake’s lair. He didn’t stand a chance.

Manda could visibly see Sasuke connecting facts together and
coming to the right conclusion on just where this all was heading. He watched
with a fond smile as the boy glanced at the futon with an almost startled look,
then at Manda, at Manda’s crotch, and then somewhere off to the side that
contained nothing. Kabuto had been quicker with his
deduction but then that one hadn’t been a virgin. And Manda had been naked to
begin with.

“Get out of my head.”

“I’m not in your mind.”

“What do you mean? If this isn’t a genjutsu
and it can’t be ninjutsu then you have to be playing
with my head,” Sasuke told him, looking smug at his own logic.

Manda was somewhat impressed by the jump in logic the boy
made. Not many had figured out that all this was happening in the mind and not
in a genjutsu of some kind. However…

“I’m not in your mind,” Manda stated again. He appeared
behind Sasuke suddenly and leaned down to whisper in the delicate shell of his
ear. “You are in my mind.” Touching a hand to the boy’s back, he
fed desire to him in a warm wave. He whispered again in to the small ear as
Sasuke struggled against the feeling. “What’s wrong? Are you embarrassed? Or is
it that you are the only one naked? If so…” At another thought, Manda took away
his own pants so that he too was as naked as Sasuke. He pressed himself fully
against the softness of Sasuke’s back. “There, is that better?” he asked and
flicked out his tongue to lick the ear.

Sasuke gave a full body shudder. Not of horror, as he
wanted, but of pure desire. The pillow fell from his hands and he left it where
it lay at his feet. It felt good. He felt good. It was such a lie.

“Stop…it,” he panted out. His legs refused to obey his
mental commands to move and move now. Furious at himself, he tilted his
head back to rest on Manda’s well muscled chest. Wait a minute…he’d been trying
to move his head away from the body behind him. Sasuke’s heart pounded a
little faster in his chest, making his breathing speed up.

“No,” Manda said simply. He kissed a path down from the boy’s
ear to the tempting flesh of his bared neck, mouthing, licking and sucking
lightly when he got to it. His hands slid around the boy’s waist, stroking
lightly and teasingly over the indents of abs just beginning to emerge from
baby fat and flicking his fingers over sensitive nipples.

They made a beautiful sight. Long midnight black hair brushed over sensitive pale skin in
barely there touches, driving Sasuke’s already abnormal desire to new heights;
the moon being consumed by the dark sky around it like a cloak. A dark hand
smoothed down a flat chest eliciting a breathy moan and rested on Sasuke’s
lower abdomen. Manda pressed him back into his arousal, grinding it into the
small of his back.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” he whispered in to the skin of
the boy’s neck. “You don’t want me to stop. You wouldn’t be able to make me
stop anyway. You’re too weak.” He chuckled darkly at the stiffening of Sasuke’s
body at his words. “Yes, you are weak. Just a little brat
playing at being a man.”

Sasuke struggled violently then. His body bucking against
Manda’s until he’d won free of his arms. He spun to face him.

“Shut up!” he screamed. “I am not weak and I am not a
child!” He bristled as Manda snorted with laughter. His brother’s words
whispered through his mind like a mantra, now and then mixing with the fresh
taunts of the one in front of him.

Suddenly he launched himself at Manda, screeching in rage
and hatred; Manda’s face fusing into his brothers and fueling the burning
flames of hate in him. Just as suddenly, he found himself face down on the
futon being straddled by firm thighs.

“If your mind was as strong as your emotions, you’d have
broken free of this illusion by now,” he told the boy under him. The smile
faded from his lips, leaving his face alien and emotionless as he gazed down at
the pale, fragile looking back of Sasuke. He didn’t want to rush this but he
was going to have to move faster or the poison was going to wear off in the
middle of the good part. He’d be damned if he didn’t get to finish by that
time. “If indeed you are as strong as you claim to be. Then stop me from riding
you into this bedding.” Manda thrust his hips against the boy’s wiggling
backside, making his erection slide across the crack in illustration.

Sasuke was beside himself with anger, frustration and utter
embarrassment. Anger because he’d been stupid enough to get tricked into
attacking recklessly, frustration because he couldn’t make his body act the way
he was telling it to anymore and embarrassment because he was painfully hard
and the heavy silken erection being rubbed against him felt so heavenly that he
wanted to push back and meet it. He was not going to let the snake do this to
him. He was not! But he had no idea how to stop it.

Hot lust poured from Manda and filled Sasuke until he was
writhing and panting, pushing up to meet the thrusts of Manda’s hips. His
arousal slid along the sheets under him and provided the extra friction he
needed. All thoughts ceased under the erotic onslaught and he was reduced to a
throbbing hormone ready to spill out his pleasure on the sheets under him.
Word’s came to him, breaking through the haze to jolt him out of the primitive
part of his mind he’d been catapulted.

“That’s it. Spill for me. Let me hear you scream your
pleasure. Then I will let you have everything you desire.” Manda’s voice was
molten, pouring over him, making Sasuke cry out in ecstasy and cum hard, face
buried in a pillow. “So pretty. Good boy,” Manda
crooned. He lifted a boneless Sasuke up
and turned him around, settling him on his back, making sure not to set him in
his own puddle of cum.

He hadn’t been lying about the pretty comment. The thin
boned, pale body was artfully framed against the crimson sheets of the futon.
Sasuke’s black hair was awry, fanning over an ivory cushion with little
tendrils clinging stubbornly to the boy’s sweaty forehead. His chest heaved and
his eyes were closed, long black lashes like lace on blush stained cheeks.
Parted lips captured Manda’s attention. They weren’t nearly kiss swollen
enough. He leaned over the prone boy, sliding his body along the small one
under him and kissed Sasuke heatedly.

Sasuke could not believe he’d just had his first big orgasm
trapped in an illusion produced by a humanized giant fucking snake. And now,
said snake was kissing him even more breathless then he already was. His arms
rose and wrapped around Manda’s shoulders, clutching, the fingernails biting
into strong, dark shoulders.

He’d never been so torn in his life. Not even the time when
he’d first realized that the brother standing in front of him was the killer of
his clan. The body humming with left over passion was as unresponsive to his
demands to run now as it had been then. After a long, difficult struggle with
himself, he bit down hard on the tongue invading his mouth; gasping for air
when it retreated.

Feeling a wetness on the side of
his mouth, Manda swiped a hand across his lips and came away with a dot of
blood. He couldn’t make up his mind whether to be angry or amused at the bite.
It hadn’t hurt, of course, and it only proved to show that Sasuke wasn’t going
to become an enraptured slave of his lusts. Which was a very good thing since
it meant the boy wouldn’t come seeking him out for sex like some of the other’s
he done this to. Grinning as an idea popped into his head, Manda gathered more
blood on his finger and started writing on Sasuke’s chest.

Black eyes opened at a strange sensation and looked down his
body to behold the sight of Manda writing his name in blood down his front in
thick, bold kanji. A raised eyebrow was the only move he could make at the
semblance and so he did. He met Manda’s eyes when the other had finished the
last stroke, not liking the possessive glint in them that he’d seen in
Orochimaru’s too many times to count.

“You’re done, get off me,” he told Manda in a shaky voice.
Instantly, he mentally kicked himself for the tone and fought to redeem
himself; clearing his throat. “Get off me,” he tried again, satisfied when his
voice was firm and steady. Although his body still wasn’t moving no matter how
much he nagged it.

“I think it was you who ‘got off’,” Manda chuckled at his
own joke. Then he outright laughed when Sasuke fumed and blushed crimson. “And
we aren’t done yet, brat. You’re either a selfish lover or very inexperienced
if you can’t tell that you’ve still got work to do.”

Manda’s words brought Sasuke’s attention to the, rather
large and impressive, hard on currently nudging him in the thigh. Wide black
eyes flicked back and forth between Manda’s face and his length with an
incredulous look. He couldn’t be serious?

“You’re crazy,” Sasuke all but squeaked; looking as young as
he really was for a moment.

Noting that the boy’s eyes had lost the haze that had been in
them, Manda frowned to himself. The poison was wearing off. He decided to forgo
the verbal sparing in favor of a more physical one and grabbed the boy’s hips
to pull him down into full contact with his groin. The feel of Sasuke’s soft
penis against his own was a sensation he hoped he wouldn’t forget. There was
something to be said for a virgin cock ripe for the taking; almost as good as a
virgin ass. Speaking of a virgin ass, here was one that was all his at the
moment.

Sasuke hissed at the contact on his sensitive length. This
was worse then the last encounter they’d had because this time he was forced to
watch as Manda stroked him back in to hardness; forced to watch as hands spread
his lower cheeks wide to expose him completely. Then there was nothing but
sensation as Manda bent quickly and rimmed him with a clever tongue. Manda
refused to allow Sasuke not to look, gripping the boy’s mind in an iron hold
and making sure his eyes remained open. The time for playing was over and he
let him know that he had in fact been playing with him up until now.

Panting, moaning, sharp intakes of air, even some sobbing
pleas where all that were heard over the sounds of a lapping tongue in the
illusion based room. Manda stopped just as Sasuke was on the verge of
completion and grinned fiercely at the sob that broke from the boy when he did.
He took himself in his hand and guided it to Sasuke’s entrance, which loosed
automatically for his thrust. It was one of the best things about this place;
he controlled everything in it since it was all in the mind.

Thrusting in, he bent double at the tight heat. Oh but that
was sweet. Sasuke’s ass was perfect. His name shuddered from pink lips drove
him to move faster, pump harder into that body that was reacting so wonderfully
to his ministrations. He’d barely found
a steady rhythm before Sasuke came, his cum dribbling into his stomach
beautifully. The orgasm made his body relax and the clenching tightness gave
way so that it was easier for Manda to slide in and out. Which he did, closing
his eyes to better feel the inside of Sasuke.

He could feel his control over Sasuke’s mind slipping; the
boy beginning to stir under him, still moaning but pushing at him with small
calloused hands.

“Stop,” the boy said hoarsely. “Get out of me.” The hands
became more insistent but they were like background noise and easily ignored.

Finally, Manda came. Ignoring the pushy hands and pissed off
words, he pulled Sasuke up so that they were chest to chest and jerked his ass
down hard on his throbbing cock. His mouth drank down the outcry from Sasuke’s
lips just as Sasuke’s ass drank up Manda’s cum.

Both hands cupping Sasuke’s flaming cheeks, Manda deepened
their kiss as the aftershocks shook through him. Then, as Sasuke tensed to push
him away violently, he broke the illusion and threw the boy’s consciousness
back into his physical body.

Orochimaru smirked unabashedly as Sasuke stumbled and fell
hard on his butt in the clearing. He noted the stain on the front of the white
shorts and the raging blush on pale cheeks as the boy promptly passed out on
the grass. Golden eyes calmly moved to meet blue ones and he waited until Manda
spoke.

“That brat,” Manda said after a moment of silence. “He’s
going to be your vessel?” There was a strange tone to the snake’s voice that
Orochimaru had never heard him use before.

“Yes,” he answered.

“Pity.” With one last look at the
passed out boy lying in a fetal position below him, (and had Orochimaru not
known better, he would have sworn it was one of longing) Manda transported
away.

Still puzzled over the unusual encounter, Orochimaru walked
over and hauled Sasuke over his shoulder then teleported them both back to the
lair. As he laid Sasuke on his bed, he hoped that his time with Manda had
cemented the lesson Orochimaru had been trying to pound into his insolent head
ever since he came here.

He was weak and if he wanted to become stronger he had to
submit.
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