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Soundless	By : Cathartesaura Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kakashi/Sasuke Views: 3060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Orochimaru was rougher than usual; Sasuke did not dare protest as he was dragged down to the one special chamber that the Snake Sanin reserved for these occasions. His shirt was stripped off unceremoniously, then he was made to bend over the platform on which he had once been whipped to within an inch of his life. His arms were pulled up over his head. The manacles that were fastened around his wrists were heavy and cold, but it was the touch of Orochimaru�s chilly fingers that made him shiver.

He hoped it would be over soon. Orochimaru called on him like this, from time to time, and he considered it the price he had to pay for his training, but that did not make it any easier to bear.
Sasuke laid his cheek against the damp stone of the platform and waited, trying to let his mind take him somewhere else. Orochimaru was hissing and muttering behind him, and then he felt hands on the buttons of his pants, pushing them down his legs. His underwear were stripped off and then he could feel his Master�s thighs pressed against his buttocks. Not a word had been spoken.

Hot breath tingled on the back of his neck as Orochimaru bent over him. �Spread your legs for me, Sasuke.� Unwillingly, Sasuke obeyed, knowing that his impotent fury was just part of the fun. Orochimaru�s hands ghosted down his thighs to his knees, then spread him wider, kicking his legs apart. Sasuke swallowed a moan as his bound wrists were pulled visciously, impossibly stretched; he had to rise up to his tiptoes to keep himself balanced.

Orochimaru snapped a second set of manacles around his ankles, holding him open. Sasuke closed his eyes tightly and tried to accept the stretch. It was obviously going to be one of those nights, when his Master played with him and tormented him. Sometimes he just took him hard and fast and got it over with; Sasuke infinitely preferred that approach.

�My beautiful vessel,� a rasping voice gloated. Hands were stroking his back, his ass, his legs, and Sasuke couldn�t move at all. �Waiting so patiently for me.� Sasuke stifled a shudder of revulsion when slender white fingers twined in his hair, tugging lightly, then moved to cup his cheek; it was so horribly intimate. He turned his face away, not able to look any more.

�Now, now, Sasuke, that�s not nice.� The hand moved, trailing down his spine to cup his ass instead. This he could tolerate much better. He pushed back as much as he could; maybe he could tempt the other man to get a move on. Instead he felt a stinging pinch to his behind. �No, no. Not yet, my pet.�

�Please,� said Sasuke hoarsely. What on earth was he waiting for? �Please, Master, I want it.� The words were mindless, empty, learned by route.

�Well then, let me ease the ache, at least a little.�

A finger settled at his entrance, moving in slow circles, then pushed just a little way in. Sasuke groaned. The position was uncomfortable, the air forced out of his lungs, his stomach twisted by the edge of the platform, his legs starting to twitch from the strain. �Yess,� he hissed between clenched teeth.

�Do you know, Sasuke, your friends are here in Sound?� Sasuke involuntarily tensed; the finger thrust into him at the same time, no lube, and it hurt. He bit down hard on his lip. �Oh yes, they are attacking the outer defenses.� As he spoke, Orochimaru slowly began to pump his finger in and out. �There are more of them than I expected, you know. It appears that they�ve joined with Sand. Charming, isn�t it?� He eased in two fingers and Sasuke panted, trying to relax, trying to keep quiet. Orochimaru had long fingernails. �I�ve seen your little friends on the battlefield, and my dear former teammate Tsunade. It appears that they�re going all out.�

�You'll defeat them.� The fingers scissored inside of him, stretching him out. The other hand rested at the small of Sasuke�s back, stroking him absentmindedly.

�That�s true. Finally, Leaf will be crushed, and all thanks to their own foolishness. I didn�t even have to do anything. Funny, isn�t it?� He pushed in a third finger, agonizingly slow, and Sasuke forgot himself and groaned aloud, his whole body shaking; he wanted to pull away, but there was nowhere he could move to, each muscle was rigid. Orochimaru was implacable behind him, pressing his crotch against Sasuke�s backside, fingers buried inside him, still pushing in.

�Please,� said Sasuke again, cutting himself off before he could continue. He had never begged before, never broken; he would not start now.

�What if your friends could see you now?� Orochimaru taunted. �I wonder, Sasuke, who do you really want to win this battle?�

Abruptly, he pulled out; Sasuke panicked. Whatever he was going to do, it would be unpleasant. �You, Master. Only you.� He could not turn his head enough to see what Orochimaru was doing behind him. �Of course ��

Orochimaru grabbed his hair, pulling back his head, and forced something into Sasuke�s mouth. He choked and struggled, but the gag slipped back between his teeth and Orochimaru tied it in place before he could spit it out. He released him abruptly and Sasuke couldn�t keep his head from hitting the table on his way down.

This was fine, Sasuke reminded himself, trying to relax. He could handle this. Although he would never admit it, he preferred it when Orochimaru muffled him during sex, so that he could groan or even scream with impunity.

Orochimaru's hands were back at his ass, stroking and probing. His next words turned Sasuke's blood cold. �I�m going to leave you like this to wait, Pet,� said Orochimaru. �You had better hope we win, or else this is how your precious saviors are going to find you. You should be praying that I come back and finish fucking you.�

Sasuke could only moan, muffled by the gag in his mouth.
�Enjoy the wait,� Orochimaru sneered. Then he left the room.

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It took Sasuke a while to wrap his head around the situation. He kept expecting Orochimaru to return, to say that it had all been a joke, a trick; he knew that the Snake Sanin�s cruelty had no bounds. He concentrated on the ache in his muscles and the burning pain of his ass to mark time.

It took an hour before he really believed that a battle was going on. He was pretty sure someone would have come for him, otherwise; maybe Kabuto, who took a perverse pleasure in cleaning Sasuke up after his encounters with Orochimaru. Nobody came. Even though he strained his ears, Sasuke couldn�t hear anybody in the hallway, either - no guards, nothing. The silence was unnerving. The hideout had obviously been deserted, and the only way that would happen was if it was really under siege.

Even though his position was humiliating, Sasuke forgot his nudity as time passed. He was too distracted by the chill in the room, which was unbearable, and the soreness of his body, held too long in the same position. His mouth was dry from the gag and his jaw hurt. He tested the restraints again and again, but always came to the same conclusion; he could not move an inch, and all he succeeded in doing was abrading his skin. He did not even bother to scream, partly because it would have been too much for his already raw throat, and partly because he was not sure he wanted anyone to find him.

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When the door finally opened, Sasuke realized he must�ve fallen asleep. There was only so much misery a mind could take before it switched off. His arms and legs were numb, and his internal clock told him that many hours had passed. He could not turn his head to see who had come in, but he pressed against the table and wishing he was invisible. Did he want it to be Orochimaru if he knew that it meant his old friends were dead? He could not image Naruto and Sakura dead on a battlefield, but he knew better than anyone what the Sound-nins were capable of. He did not want to be rescued any more. He just wanted to be left alone.

Whoever entered the room moved quietly. He could not be sure, but it didn�t sound like Orochimaru. Feeling the first, fatalistic stirring of curiosity, Sasuke tried to twist his body around, but only succeeded in straining his arms.

�Well, well, Sasuke, what do we have here?� The voice sounded tired, cynical, and faintly amused. Sasuke felt his stomach drop. He wished he were dead, that Itachi had killed him all those years ago. It was Kakashi.

�You know, Sasuke, we�ve been looking for you for years. Some people believed you were dead. The Hokage said there was no way you could have survived this long with that psychopath. He�s dead, by the way. Tsunade killed him.�

Sasuke blinked.

�Did you hear me? I said Orochimaru is dead. So is Kabuto, I killed him myself. In fact just about every ninja from sound is dead. All of your little team. You should be proud of Naruto and Sakura, I just saw them on the battlefield. They�re doing very well.�

Orochimaru . . . dead. It did not seem possible. The man boasted of his immortality all the time. But it also seemed impossible that Kakashi, who he had not seen in five years, would be standing in a room whose walls were decorated with an assortment of torture devices, trying to carry on a conversation. Maybe he was dreaming.

�You know, you look kind of like a scene out of Icha Icha,� Kakashi remarked casually. �I�m going to have to tell Jiraiya about this. In detail.�

Sasuke tried to say something, but it was difficult for obvious reasons. He settled for snorting a huff of air out of his nose to indicate his general distain.

�I kind of like you like this,� said Kakashi. �You�re certainly much more manageable than you used to be.� He was still behind Sasuke, so it was impossible to tell where he was in the room. Sasuke jerked a little when he felt Kakashi come to stand between his spread legs, tracing a hand up his tense, muscular body, as white as marble. �I shouldn�t have let you go, that time I tied you to the tree. Do you remember that?�

Sasuke let out a broken moan. He wished Kakashi would either let him up, or kill him, but not torture him like this. He tried desperately to pull away from Kakashi even though he knew it was useless.

�Easy,� Kakashi soothed. Incredibly, he felt the Jonin�s calloused hands gently stroking his thighs. �You look like a present, all wrapped up here and waiting for me. I came to find out what happened to you, and now, here you are. Don�t you think that�s funny?�

Sasuke did not think it was funny. He couldn�t handle this. It was one thing for Orochimaru to mock and use him, but not Kakashi. Not when he had spent so many nights agonizing over his betrayal of the silver-haired jonin, and wishing, somehow, that he could take it all back. He fought the restraints for real, willing them to break; it seemed impossible that they would not break, when he wanted it so badly. He didn�t care about the pain. He couldn�t breathe.

�Sasuke. Sasuke, stop, you�re hurting yourself. Stop!� The authority in Kakashi�s voice flicked like a whip, and for a moment Sasuke instinctively froze. �Good, good boy. Hold still. Good.�

Kakashi bent down and fumbled with the manacles on Sasuke�s ankles, and Sasuke flushed at the proximity of Kakashi�s head to his groin. Then in the next moment he was set free, and Kakashi was guiding his legs out of their position. He felt blessed relief at the rush of blood that flowed to his feet when he moved, followed the next minute by pain. His knees were like jelly from being held in once place too long, and he hung from his arms when they collapsed.
Kakashi�s arm went around his waist and held him up. �Alright, now,� he said. Sasuke slid his legs back together and moaned in relief, not even caring that his bare ass was pressed against the rough fabric of his Sensei�s pants. Former Sensei, he corrected himself. �You�re freezing cold,� Kakashi observed, tightening his hold. Sasuke noticed that he made no effort to free him further. He made a protesting sound, trying to call attention to his wrists, jerking his head meaningfully. Instead of helping him, however, Kakashi rubbed his hands briskly over Sasuke�s aching arms. �Are you trying to say something, Sasuke?� he inquired brightly. �Do you have a comment to make?�

Sasuke glowered at him as darkly as he could, given his position. It wasn�t easy, but he made the best of it. He had forgotten how annoying his former Sensei could be, but it was coming back to him.

�No?�

All Sasuke managed was a gurgling moan. Finally Kakashi took pity on him, reaching with the hand that wasn�t wrapped around his hip to gently pull the gag out of his mouth. It hurt to move his jaw, but he tried to open wide enough for Kakashi to tug it lose. When he was free he managed a croaking, �Thanks.�

�Your hair has gotten longer,� Kakashi observed as he untied the knot behind Sasuke�s head. His fingers tangled briefly in the silky strands, and Sasuke was reminded of Orochimaru stroking his hair. He shivered, and Kakashi pulled him a little closer in response.

�Untie my hands,� Sasuke instructed, trying to move away.
Kakashi didn�t answer. He set both of his hands on Sasuke�s hips and turned him back over on his stomach, boosting him a little to take the pressure off his wrists.

�Kakashi, let me go!�

�You shouldn�t have left Leaf, Sasuke,� said Kakashi gravely. �You shouldn�t have betrayed the village. What are we going to do with you now? A traitor?� A hand on Sasuke�s back pressed him down against the platform, keeping him still.

"What the hell?!"
Kakashi bent over and his lips found Sasuke�s ear. �What am I going to do with you?� A firm hand patted his ass, lingering in the crevice. Kakashi radiated heat down the length of his body; Sasuke could not help pressing back into him a little.

This time, when a finger rubbed the circle of Sasuke�s anus, he found himself unexpectedly hardening. He gasped. Kakashi had changed the position, so he was rubbing his cock against the edge of the platform as he moved; when Kakashi pumped his finger gently in and out of Sasuke�s body, he was pushed against the platform with each stroke.

�Don�t,� muttered Sasuke, brokenly. �What are you . . .?� He had to admit it felt strangely good. Orochimaru was a selfish lover � Sasuke had never been more than half hard in all their time together. Even though Orochimaru had occasionally provided Sasuke with whores as a reward for pleasing him, Sasuke had never really enjoyed sex before. �What . . .?�

�You should never have gone to Orochimaru,� Kakashi repeated. �Shh, Sasuke. Listen to me.� He pulled Sasuke�s legs around his hips and pressed the tip of himself into him. �Listen. You are going to come back to Leaf. Whatever unpleasantness there is, you�re going to handle it.� He eased himself in slowly, fighting for every inch. Sasuke grunted, unable to answer. �You�re going to stay there this time. Whenever you need it, I�m going to do this for you. Is that clear?�

He thrust once, a very controlled movement. He was seated all the way in Sasuke�s ass; Sasuke squirmed, adjusting to the feeling. Kakashi was shorter and blunter than Orochimaru, but thicker. �Is that clear, Sasuke?�

Sasuke bit his lip and wouldn�t answer. Kakashi began to thrust, slowly, stimulating Sasuke�s cock against the platform each time. When he went in, all the air was pushed out of Sasuke's lungs; there wasn't room in his body for both air and Kakashi's cock. When he pulled back, Sasuke could breathe.
Inhale. Exhale.
�You don�t belong to him any more,� said Kakashi. �You belong to us, now.� He reached around to grip Sasuke's cock, which was now painfully hard in spite of himself. He stroked it as he moved. In. Out.

�No . . .�

�Yes, Sasuke. Hush now. Shh.� Pressure was building; Kakashi was close; Sasuke was closer. They came almost at the same time, Kakashi hissing in pleasure, Sasuke with a choked sob. He found that after he was done he could not stop sobbing, could not catch his breath. He pressed his face into his bound arms, giving up any pretenses of strength and just crying.

He felt Kakashi pull out, felt himself being cleaned off and heard Kakashi zip himself up. His Sensei reached up and broke open the lock on his cuffs with chakra, bringing his arms down to his sides. As soon as he was free Sasuke tried to curl in on himself, but Kakashi pulled him up off the table, against his chest. He wrapped Sasuke in his vest, which was long enough to reach the boy�s thighs. Then he held him for a long time, stroking his hair and his back. �Come along,� he said finally. �We�ll find you something to drink, and some real clothes. Then we�re going back to the others. You remember what I said?�

Sasuke sniffed. �I remember.�
�You�re done with this now, okay? You�re starting over.�
Sasuke could only wipe his eyes with his fists and test out his ability to walk. He was shaky on his feet, but Kakashi put a hand on the back of his neck and steered him out of the room. �Let�s go,� said Kakashi.
Starting over. Sasuke didn�t know what it meant, but he believed it implicitly. If that�s what Kakashi said, then that�s what he would do.

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