Whew.
It's finally done. Took me forever. Chapter Four of Kakashi's great plan.
Warnings: Non-Con, mind control, serious angst, YAOI.
Pairings: Orochimaru/Kakashi
Rating: NC-17. We're talkin' MA folks.
Chapter Four
”Why? Why can’t I know now?” Naruto pulled his brows together in a disappointed frown, tipping his head down to gaze at Sasuke sprawled on his naked chest. Sasuke’s skin seemed so pale compared to his. Naruto liked the way it looked in the moonlight.
“You aren’t ready, Naruto.” Sasuke muttered against Naruto’s ribs, his eyes sliding closed. He was trying to keep his temper from rising. But this childish act was getting old real fast.
“It’s Orochimaru. He’s the bad guy. What more is there?” Naruto pulled away from Sasuke cautiously. He suddenly felt very foolish. This Sasuke could have just been one of Orochimaru’s clones. Naruto knew the Sennin was capable of extraordinary things.
Sasuke seemed to read the Genin’s thoughts, however and released a patient breath, looking levelly at Naruto. “Orochimaru isn’t the bad guy, Naruto. There is no bad guy.”
Sasuke was actually surprised he had allowed himself to get this emotionally involved. And so soon. He was actually trying to convince Naruto to see things from his view. What the Hell did he care what this punk thought about him? Friends were useless to him now. And love? Sasuke loved his sensei. At least… Orochimaru said he did.
“Bullshit.” Naruto grumbled, rolling off the bed and standing. He searched the room for the familiar orange jacket, but when he couldn’t find it, he gave a frustrated grunt and leaned over to pull on the loose black pants he had been provided. “He’s done something to you, Sasuke. Orochimaru ruins lives. A lot of lives.”
Sasuke shrugged. “You have to shift around some morals when you are after power.” A part of him almost felt guilty for saying it. But Sasuke blocked it out.
“He’s fucked with your head.” Naruto growled, looking over his shoulder to Sasuke. Sasuke was slipping his own suit back on, smirking now.
“My head didn’t -need- fucking, idiot.” Sasuke chuckled bitterly, closing his eyes. “When you lose someone who is important to you, maybe there is enough out there to satisfy your thirst for revenge. But when it’s your parents? Your family? Your way of life?” Sasuke shook his head, leaning against the bedpost. “You’ll do almost anything for justice. So your loved ones can at least have dignity. Even in death.”
Naruto stared at Sasuke for a long time, looking bewildered. Then he frowned again and shook his head. The truth was, Naruto would probably be no different than Sasuke… if he had ever known his family. He would want the ones who made him suffer so much, the one who killed everyone he held dear… Naruto would want them to die. By his hand. Naruto shuddered at the thought, grimacing slightly.
“I don’t want to understand what you’re saying. But I do.”
Sasuke raised his brows a little. “Do you?”
Naruto sighed a little, finally turning to face Sasuke. “When are you going to tell me about Orochimaru?”
“Soon. But I have to take you back to your cell.” Sasuke looked like he didn’t want to. His eyes were downcast and he suddenly seemed very old.
Naruto gaped at him. After all that, Sasuke was going to imprison him again?!
“No way!” Naruto squatted into a defensive crouch. He eyed Sasuke warily, shifting slowly to get a better view of Sasuke, the exit, and any other possible means for escape. This isn’t what he had come for.
“Naruto… it’s the only way.” Sasuke’s voice made Naruto blink and straighten somewhat. “It’s the only way you’ll be able to keep seeing me. You are just going to have to trust me. Please. Don’t make this harder on me.”
Something was wrong. Sasuke had been pleading. Sasuke didn’t know HOW to plead… but that had been…
…The night before.
Naruto slid his eyes open and for a split second, as he nuzzled his cheek into a pillow, aquirming in a stretch beneath the blanket, that maybe Sasuke hadn’t brought him back to his cell. That he was safe and warm in bed with the Uchiha.
But as the world came into focus, Naruto realized with the grim sight of bars that he was in his cell. Sasuke had told him that he wouldn’t bind him like he was. That he could sleep on a cot. That much Sasuke could do for him.
Naruto supposed he should be grateful.
The blonde sat up with a grunt, raising a fist to rub his eyes softly. Naruto blinked, at the sudden presence of a very familiar and powerful chakra… he turned to the wide, barricaded entrance of his cell, to see Kakashi hanging by his arms in the cubicle across from him.
“Yo.” The Jounin said cheerfully, his eye crinkling.
“Ka… Kakashi-sensei!” Naruto stammered, his jaw hanging open, suddenly standing and facing his teacher.
“You talk in your sleep.” Kakashi politely informed the boy, tipping his head slightly. It was disarming to hear Kakashi sound so cheerful in their current situation. Naruto wrapped his hands around the bars, pressing his face in between them.
“How are you here?! Where’s Sakura-Chan?”
“Sakura?” Kakashi frowned a little, sounding confused. “She’s in Konoha’s Intensive Care Unit in the Hospital. The Fifth says she took quite a blow but she should be fine after some rest.”
Naruto growled and lowered his head. He knew that scumbag Orochimaru had been lying. Sakura would be fine. He suddenly felt very foolish, letting himself get captured liked this. Why had they taken him? Was it Sasuke’s wish or Orochimaru’s? Did Sasuke even get to wish anymore?
“What are you doing here, Sensei?”
“I’m here for Konoha’s Number One Hyper Active Ninja.” Kakashi said, bringing his shackled ankles up to his chin with an amazing amount of ease. Naruto watched as his teacher slipped a small iron bar out of the seam of his sandals with his mouth - through the mask.
“Sensei… what are you-“
“Shh.” Kakashi hissed somehow through the bar and the mask. He raised his chin, carefully aiming the bar and positioning it through the chain loop above one wrist, then angling his head slightly to repeat the action through the link on the other
Naruto frowned a little, never having seen this particular technique used. Kakashi was doing all this so easily. He was now once again hanging by his wrists, measuring the position of the bar with his eyes.
The Copy Ninja suddenly twisted, swinging his arms sharply to the side. There was a groan of metal and Kakashi dropped to his feet, catching the bar before it hit the floor. Naruto gaped.
“That was -amazing-, Kakashi-Sensei!”
“Pay more attention during survival training.” Kakashi grumbled, sitting on the floor and tugging lightly on the shackles. He did the same thing again, folding his ankles and slipping the chain through the bar twice, then tugging his ankles apart again and snapping the chain easily. He stood, looking around the cell. His cell didn’t have a bed or a toilet, like Naruto’s.
“What are they going to do with us?” Naruto muttered, watching his sensei. He had succeeded in getting himself freed. But now what?
“… I don’t know.”
Kakashi was a fantastic liar. In his opinion, good liars and pickpockets made the best ninjas. Just needed a bit of a readjustment in their priorities. In fact, Konoha’s own Copy Ninja Hatake Kakashi lied about five, ten, sometimes -twenty- times a day without even a hint of remorse.
Kakashi knew exactly what Orochimaru was going to do with Naruto. And the Sennin had certainly enlightened Kakashi on -his- role in the family. He had woken from that psychotic nightmare realm that Orochimaru had drawn him into, to find himself chained securely on a large bed. Nude.
”Welcome, Kakashi-kun.”
Kakashi arched his neck up. He was spread-eagle on the mattress, his ankles and wrists fastened to each bed post with thick chains and even thicker cuffs.
Orochimaru was standing above him, wearing a kimono. Kakashi briefly noted that he had never seen Orochimaru look so… casual before. From the stories Jaraiya and Tsunade had told him, there was never a bigger tight-ass than their third team mate. And any time Kakashi had come across him, he was always in his ceremonial Shinobi uniform. But now, here he was. In a silk kimono. A red one.
Kakashi honestly didn’t know how to respond. So he narrowed his two revealed eyes. He hated being without his mask and forehead protector. It made him feel vulnerable and insecure. Two emotions Kakashi almost never experienced.
After the silence went on for some time, Kakashi began to feel like Orochimaru was picking through his mind patiently. The Sennin kept that same, broad, teeth baring grin on his face and never blinked. It made Kakashi feel dirty.
“Where’s Naruto?”
Orochimaru raised his brows, looking as though he had no idea what Kakashi was talking about. But then his grin came again and Kakashi felt his stomach turn into a cube of ice. “My sweet Sasuke-kun is dealing with him at this very moment…” The Sennin chuckled low in his throat, making Kakashi’s skin prickle. “We will be needing his loyalty, if I am to extract the Kyuubi from him. But that will not be for a long time. I will be taking him when the Uchiha blood is dead in my veins and I have the Sharingan… another six years…”
Kakashi was beginning to understand. Orochimaru was planning on manipulating Naruto the same way he had done with Sasuke. Then, once Orochimaru took Sasuke’s form, Naruto would stay with him until Orochimaru stole his body as well. Kakashi could feel his ears growing hot, a sign that anger was swiftly approaching.
“I see you don’t approve of my little plan.” Orochimaru was sliding the kimono over his pale shoulders, revealing a slim, but very well-defined torso. His skin was the color of ash and his ebony hair contrasted sharply with it. It hung over his shoulders, framing his tattooed face.
The kimono slid down the small swell of Orochimaru’s hips and Kakashi noted that the Sennin was fully aroused… and certainly too big for anything Orochimaru had planned…
“I am about to teach you, dear Hatake Kakashi of Konoha… that your approval of my activities is not needed.” Orochimaru lowered himself onto the mattress and began slinking his way towards Kakashi’s side. “Or cared for.”
Kakashi didn’t move. He resisted the urge to try and scoot away. He knew he could not break the cuffs on his wrists fast enough. And thrashing around in a panic would only show weakness on his part.
Orochimaru settled beside the Jounin, sweeping a cool, soft hand along the sharp edge of Kakashi’s jaw. If it weren’t for the horrible scar along his left eye, Orochimaru would have thought his father, Hatake Sakumo was lying next to him. Which had always been a vivid fantasy of the Sennin’s.
“And what do you plan to do with me? Certainly you’re not planning on using -my- body after Naruto’s.” Unlike Sasuke and Naruto, the Jounin had been in hundreds of battles. His body, although still youthful at twenty-six, was covered in scars and welts from previous encounters.
Orochimaru didn’t seem to mind the former wounds, however. He tipped his head downward so that his hair slid from the bared slope of his shoulder to Kakashi’s chest. Kakashi inhaled sharply. Orochimaru’s ebony strands were shockingly cold.
Orochimaru let that disturbingly long tongue slide forward to drag along one particularly long scar, that traveled from his belly button to the pelvic line in his right leg. Kakashi shifted uncomfortably beneath the Sennin, his fists clenching in their cuffs.
“When I choose my body…” Orochimaru whispered hotly on Kakashi’s inner thigh, “They must be well trained. Perfected. Sasuke’s skills are very fine tuned, no doubt thanks to you…” Kakashi wondered if he should feel flattered. “But there is a little something you didn’t have time to train him on…”
Kakashi stared blankly at Orochimaru, who seemed to be expecting some obvious answer. The Sennin perked a brow at him, before lowering his head again to press his lips to his inner thigh and lick there as well. Kakashi closed his eyes, beginning to feel himself twitch into an arousal reluctantly.
“You will…” Orochimaru’s mouth was wetly moving in circles on Kakashi’s sac. Kakashi hitched in a deep breath and held it, tossing his head a little. “…teach him about Sharingan.”
Kakashi let his right eye flicker open a little (keeping the left closed out of habit) and frowned at the stone ceiling above him. “I can’t… ugh… use it as well as Sasuke’s older brother.”
Orochimaru’s amber, slanted eyes were half lidded on Kakashi’s erection. “It does not matter how good you are…” Orochimaru murmured, dipping his head a little to lap leisurely along a swollen vein in Kakashi’s shaft. Kakashi bit back a low groan and released a sigh instead, feeling his pulse within his clenched fists. “Just as long as Sasuke can train with the abilities he has now and improve them. Develop new ones.”
Orochimaru finally rewarded Kakashi, dipping his head downward suddenly and enveloping Kakashi’s member in warmth. Kakashi pulled in a deep breath and held it again, gritting his teeth a little. He had been tortured before, many times. But never
Had the copy ninja, been tortured quite like this. It was getting harder and harder to view Orochimaru as the enemy when what he was doing felt so damn good.
The Sennin’s long, slick tongue began to move along the length of Kakashi’s shaft, gliding up and down the rigid skin with each pull of his bobbing head. Kakashi flexed his arms in the chains, releasing his caught breath on a hiss. Orochimaru reluctantly released Kakashi, replacing his tongue with his hand and continued to expertly stroke the Jounin.
“You are now mine, Hatake Kakashi. I can be a very generous and fair leader, if I have loyalty and respect. I believe you already know what I am capable of if you don’t agree.”
Kakashi allowed himself to nod his head, watching the Sennin slide up the length of Kakashi’s body, so Orochimaru’s face was inches from his own. Kakashi wondered if he ever stopped smiling.
Orochimaru reached up, to take a fairly small pillow from somewhere above Kakashi’s head and wedged it under Kakashi’s hips, leaning back a little to admire the scene. He sighed happily and crawled back in between Kakashi’s thighs. “This would be a lot more enjoyable for us both if I could release your ankles.”
“Probably.”
If Kakashi could have two limbs free, there was no limit to what escape tactics he could do. Orochimaru, unfortunately, also seemed to know this. “But I do not trust you yet. That is something you must earn, Pet.”
Kakashi sighed. This was going to be a bigger challenge than he anticipated. Getting into Orochimaru’s good graces wouldn’t be easy. And he wondered what he would have to go through the get there.
The Sennin was now stroking himself with one hand, the other running along the toned muscle in Kakashi’s abdomen. The Jounin’s legs were spread to a very accommodating width apart, the mattress itself being rather wide. Orochimaru slipped two fingers into his own mouth and moved the hand down to caress Kakashi’s entrance.
Kakashi gave a small moan, feeling practiced fingers press down on him, making the ring of muscles relax and loosen a little. Kakashi had taken it before. Of course, both parties had been consenting and there certainly weren’t any chains. Orochimaru seemed pleased, as he let the first finger slide in easily enough and there was only a small amount of resistance in getting the second in. Orochimaru waited a moment for the clenching sensation to dissolve before he began moving his fingers within the Jounin, making Kakashi’s hips twitch up pleadingly.
Orochimaru chuckled, watching the Jounin squirm beneath him, his fingers curling and stroking within Kakashi. “You will be my vessel…” He whispered, leaning down to lick Kakashi’s ear. “My advisor… my confidant… my lover…”
Kakashi knew his mind was being tampered with. He could hear Orochimaru’s whispers within his brain, could feel his body responding to every single touch and caress, making it difficult to focus on -anything- besides how good this felt. Escape wasn’t important anymore. Kakashi didn’t care about Sasuke or Naruto or Konoha… he just wanted to get off. He wanted Orochimaru to get him off…
“Would you like that…?” Orochimaru’s voice had become very quiet and alluring.
“Yes.”
“Yes… ?”
“Yes, Orochimaru-Sama…” The response spilled out of Kakashi’s mouth faster than he had intended. He was growing impatient. He was very aware of the heartbeat drumming in his throat and the aching throb of his rigid shaft. He nudged his hips into Orochimaru’s hand with a small groan.
“There’s a good boy…” Orochimaru cooed, withdrawing his hand and raising himself to his knees between Kakashi’s thighs. He took very little time adjusting, thrusting into Kakashi slowly and deeply.
Kakashi felt himself stretch around the enormous length, expected pain erupting instantly. Kakashi gritted his teeth and felt his body tense. Only for a moment, though, as Kakashi remembered that not being relaxed in this situation could cause more harm then good.
So he did his best to concentrate on something else until the pain died. Kakashi stared up into Orochimaru’s face, into slanted, wicked eyes. The Sennin wasn’t smiling now. But he certainly looked content. Orochimaru had his mouth open a little, hung over Kakashi firmly with one hand planted by the Jounin’s head, the other on Kakashi’s rigid shaft.
Orochimaru didn’t wait for Kakashi to adjust to his slightly massive size, leaning back so he kneeled over the Jounin, his hips thrusting long and deep, his hand sliding to grip Kakashi’s thigh.
The pain died relatively quickly. Kakashi could feel his back arching and his hips ising a little off the pillow, cords standing out in his slim, pale neck as he cried out. Orochimaru’s hand was pumping his shaft in quick, firm jerks.
The world was melting around Kakashi, into a haze of pleasure. He had never felt anything so intense in his life. The pleasure would escalate to new heights with each short pull of Kakashi’s member, coming back down for a mere instant before the thrusting within his being brought it right back up again.
Orochimaru began to give soft grunts, to punctuate each hard plunge into Kakashi, his hand moving in tempo. Kakashi’s breath was ragged in his chest, his body squirmed uselessly in its restraints, he could feel the swell of a climax below his waist, curling and growing steadily.
“Fuck…” Kakashi exhaled sharply tossing his head to one side, the pleasure intoxicating, blinding even. Everything seemed to revolve around the sound of harsh, panting breathes, the groans, the thrusting - which was rapidly increasing in rhythm-
Kakashi could hear blood pulsing in his ears as the world vanished in a white hot flood of ecstasy, his body shrieking with pounding repercussions of his orgasm. He was dimly aware that Orochimaru had come as well. The Sennin was no longer thrusting, but trying to regain his breath, head propped on Kakashi’s waist.
“Yes… you will be of some use to me, Kakashi-kun…” Orochimaru finally murmured, rolling away from Kakashi and pulling his kimono back on. “And don’t worry. I will make sure to give you plenty of time to consider my offer.” Orochimaru chuckled, nodding to a corner of the room Kakashi could not see.
Kakashi heard yet another door open and then felt the presence of something - someone - very large. 6’6”, three hundred and fifty pounds… Kakashi could even see the giant’s shadow looming closer and closer to where he lay.
“Take him to his cell. Search his clothing and then give it back. He can foul his own clothing for the next few days.”
“Of course, Orochimaru-sama.” A very thick, heavy voice replied. And then Kakashi felt a very thick, heavy object bash over his head and all went black.
-----------All characters belong to Naruto.------------------
Warnings: Non-Con, mind control, serious angst, YAOI.
Pairings: Orochimaru/Kakashi
Rating: NC-17. We're talkin' MA folks.
Chapter Four
”Why? Why can’t I know now?” Naruto pulled his brows together in a disappointed frown, tipping his head down to gaze at Sasuke sprawled on his naked chest. Sasuke’s skin seemed so pale compared to his. Naruto liked the way it looked in the moonlight.
“You aren’t ready, Naruto.” Sasuke muttered against Naruto’s ribs, his eyes sliding closed. He was trying to keep his temper from rising. But this childish act was getting old real fast.
“It’s Orochimaru. He’s the bad guy. What more is there?” Naruto pulled away from Sasuke cautiously. He suddenly felt very foolish. This Sasuke could have just been one of Orochimaru’s clones. Naruto knew the Sennin was capable of extraordinary things.
Sasuke seemed to read the Genin’s thoughts, however and released a patient breath, looking levelly at Naruto. “Orochimaru isn’t the bad guy, Naruto. There is no bad guy.”
Sasuke was actually surprised he had allowed himself to get this emotionally involved. And so soon. He was actually trying to convince Naruto to see things from his view. What the Hell did he care what this punk thought about him? Friends were useless to him now. And love? Sasuke loved his sensei. At least… Orochimaru said he did.
“Bullshit.” Naruto grumbled, rolling off the bed and standing. He searched the room for the familiar orange jacket, but when he couldn’t find it, he gave a frustrated grunt and leaned over to pull on the loose black pants he had been provided. “He’s done something to you, Sasuke. Orochimaru ruins lives. A lot of lives.”
Sasuke shrugged. “You have to shift around some morals when you are after power.” A part of him almost felt guilty for saying it. But Sasuke blocked it out.
“He’s fucked with your head.” Naruto growled, looking over his shoulder to Sasuke. Sasuke was slipping his own suit back on, smirking now.
“My head didn’t -need- fucking, idiot.” Sasuke chuckled bitterly, closing his eyes. “When you lose someone who is important to you, maybe there is enough out there to satisfy your thirst for revenge. But when it’s your parents? Your family? Your way of life?” Sasuke shook his head, leaning against the bedpost. “You’ll do almost anything for justice. So your loved ones can at least have dignity. Even in death.”
Naruto stared at Sasuke for a long time, looking bewildered. Then he frowned again and shook his head. The truth was, Naruto would probably be no different than Sasuke… if he had ever known his family. He would want the ones who made him suffer so much, the one who killed everyone he held dear… Naruto would want them to die. By his hand. Naruto shuddered at the thought, grimacing slightly.
“I don’t want to understand what you’re saying. But I do.”
Sasuke raised his brows a little. “Do you?”
Naruto sighed a little, finally turning to face Sasuke. “When are you going to tell me about Orochimaru?”
“Soon. But I have to take you back to your cell.” Sasuke looked like he didn’t want to. His eyes were downcast and he suddenly seemed very old.
Naruto gaped at him. After all that, Sasuke was going to imprison him again?!
“No way!” Naruto squatted into a defensive crouch. He eyed Sasuke warily, shifting slowly to get a better view of Sasuke, the exit, and any other possible means for escape. This isn’t what he had come for.
“Naruto… it’s the only way.” Sasuke’s voice made Naruto blink and straighten somewhat. “It’s the only way you’ll be able to keep seeing me. You are just going to have to trust me. Please. Don’t make this harder on me.”
Something was wrong. Sasuke had been pleading. Sasuke didn’t know HOW to plead… but that had been…
…The night before.
Naruto slid his eyes open and for a split second, as he nuzzled his cheek into a pillow, aquirming in a stretch beneath the blanket, that maybe Sasuke hadn’t brought him back to his cell. That he was safe and warm in bed with the Uchiha.
But as the world came into focus, Naruto realized with the grim sight of bars that he was in his cell. Sasuke had told him that he wouldn’t bind him like he was. That he could sleep on a cot. That much Sasuke could do for him.
Naruto supposed he should be grateful.
The blonde sat up with a grunt, raising a fist to rub his eyes softly. Naruto blinked, at the sudden presence of a very familiar and powerful chakra… he turned to the wide, barricaded entrance of his cell, to see Kakashi hanging by his arms in the cubicle across from him.
“Yo.” The Jounin said cheerfully, his eye crinkling.
“Ka… Kakashi-sensei!” Naruto stammered, his jaw hanging open, suddenly standing and facing his teacher.
“You talk in your sleep.” Kakashi politely informed the boy, tipping his head slightly. It was disarming to hear Kakashi sound so cheerful in their current situation. Naruto wrapped his hands around the bars, pressing his face in between them.
“How are you here?! Where’s Sakura-Chan?”
“Sakura?” Kakashi frowned a little, sounding confused. “She’s in Konoha’s Intensive Care Unit in the Hospital. The Fifth says she took quite a blow but she should be fine after some rest.”
Naruto growled and lowered his head. He knew that scumbag Orochimaru had been lying. Sakura would be fine. He suddenly felt very foolish, letting himself get captured liked this. Why had they taken him? Was it Sasuke’s wish or Orochimaru’s? Did Sasuke even get to wish anymore?
“What are you doing here, Sensei?”
“I’m here for Konoha’s Number One Hyper Active Ninja.” Kakashi said, bringing his shackled ankles up to his chin with an amazing amount of ease. Naruto watched as his teacher slipped a small iron bar out of the seam of his sandals with his mouth - through the mask.
“Sensei… what are you-“
“Shh.” Kakashi hissed somehow through the bar and the mask. He raised his chin, carefully aiming the bar and positioning it through the chain loop above one wrist, then angling his head slightly to repeat the action through the link on the other
Naruto frowned a little, never having seen this particular technique used. Kakashi was doing all this so easily. He was now once again hanging by his wrists, measuring the position of the bar with his eyes.
The Copy Ninja suddenly twisted, swinging his arms sharply to the side. There was a groan of metal and Kakashi dropped to his feet, catching the bar before it hit the floor. Naruto gaped.
“That was -amazing-, Kakashi-Sensei!”
“Pay more attention during survival training.” Kakashi grumbled, sitting on the floor and tugging lightly on the shackles. He did the same thing again, folding his ankles and slipping the chain through the bar twice, then tugging his ankles apart again and snapping the chain easily. He stood, looking around the cell. His cell didn’t have a bed or a toilet, like Naruto’s.
“What are they going to do with us?” Naruto muttered, watching his sensei. He had succeeded in getting himself freed. But now what?
“… I don’t know.”
Kakashi was a fantastic liar. In his opinion, good liars and pickpockets made the best ninjas. Just needed a bit of a readjustment in their priorities. In fact, Konoha’s own Copy Ninja Hatake Kakashi lied about five, ten, sometimes -twenty- times a day without even a hint of remorse.
Kakashi knew exactly what Orochimaru was going to do with Naruto. And the Sennin had certainly enlightened Kakashi on -his- role in the family. He had woken from that psychotic nightmare realm that Orochimaru had drawn him into, to find himself chained securely on a large bed. Nude.
”Welcome, Kakashi-kun.”
Kakashi arched his neck up. He was spread-eagle on the mattress, his ankles and wrists fastened to each bed post with thick chains and even thicker cuffs.
Orochimaru was standing above him, wearing a kimono. Kakashi briefly noted that he had never seen Orochimaru look so… casual before. From the stories Jaraiya and Tsunade had told him, there was never a bigger tight-ass than their third team mate. And any time Kakashi had come across him, he was always in his ceremonial Shinobi uniform. But now, here he was. In a silk kimono. A red one.
Kakashi honestly didn’t know how to respond. So he narrowed his two revealed eyes. He hated being without his mask and forehead protector. It made him feel vulnerable and insecure. Two emotions Kakashi almost never experienced.
After the silence went on for some time, Kakashi began to feel like Orochimaru was picking through his mind patiently. The Sennin kept that same, broad, teeth baring grin on his face and never blinked. It made Kakashi feel dirty.
“Where’s Naruto?”
Orochimaru raised his brows, looking as though he had no idea what Kakashi was talking about. But then his grin came again and Kakashi felt his stomach turn into a cube of ice. “My sweet Sasuke-kun is dealing with him at this very moment…” The Sennin chuckled low in his throat, making Kakashi’s skin prickle. “We will be needing his loyalty, if I am to extract the Kyuubi from him. But that will not be for a long time. I will be taking him when the Uchiha blood is dead in my veins and I have the Sharingan… another six years…”
Kakashi was beginning to understand. Orochimaru was planning on manipulating Naruto the same way he had done with Sasuke. Then, once Orochimaru took Sasuke’s form, Naruto would stay with him until Orochimaru stole his body as well. Kakashi could feel his ears growing hot, a sign that anger was swiftly approaching.
“I see you don’t approve of my little plan.” Orochimaru was sliding the kimono over his pale shoulders, revealing a slim, but very well-defined torso. His skin was the color of ash and his ebony hair contrasted sharply with it. It hung over his shoulders, framing his tattooed face.
The kimono slid down the small swell of Orochimaru’s hips and Kakashi noted that the Sennin was fully aroused… and certainly too big for anything Orochimaru had planned…
“I am about to teach you, dear Hatake Kakashi of Konoha… that your approval of my activities is not needed.” Orochimaru lowered himself onto the mattress and began slinking his way towards Kakashi’s side. “Or cared for.”
Kakashi didn’t move. He resisted the urge to try and scoot away. He knew he could not break the cuffs on his wrists fast enough. And thrashing around in a panic would only show weakness on his part.
Orochimaru settled beside the Jounin, sweeping a cool, soft hand along the sharp edge of Kakashi’s jaw. If it weren’t for the horrible scar along his left eye, Orochimaru would have thought his father, Hatake Sakumo was lying next to him. Which had always been a vivid fantasy of the Sennin’s.
“And what do you plan to do with me? Certainly you’re not planning on using -my- body after Naruto’s.” Unlike Sasuke and Naruto, the Jounin had been in hundreds of battles. His body, although still youthful at twenty-six, was covered in scars and welts from previous encounters.
Orochimaru didn’t seem to mind the former wounds, however. He tipped his head downward so that his hair slid from the bared slope of his shoulder to Kakashi’s chest. Kakashi inhaled sharply. Orochimaru’s ebony strands were shockingly cold.
Orochimaru let that disturbingly long tongue slide forward to drag along one particularly long scar, that traveled from his belly button to the pelvic line in his right leg. Kakashi shifted uncomfortably beneath the Sennin, his fists clenching in their cuffs.
“When I choose my body…” Orochimaru whispered hotly on Kakashi’s inner thigh, “They must be well trained. Perfected. Sasuke’s skills are very fine tuned, no doubt thanks to you…” Kakashi wondered if he should feel flattered. “But there is a little something you didn’t have time to train him on…”
Kakashi stared blankly at Orochimaru, who seemed to be expecting some obvious answer. The Sennin perked a brow at him, before lowering his head again to press his lips to his inner thigh and lick there as well. Kakashi closed his eyes, beginning to feel himself twitch into an arousal reluctantly.
“You will…” Orochimaru’s mouth was wetly moving in circles on Kakashi’s sac. Kakashi hitched in a deep breath and held it, tossing his head a little. “…teach him about Sharingan.”
Kakashi let his right eye flicker open a little (keeping the left closed out of habit) and frowned at the stone ceiling above him. “I can’t… ugh… use it as well as Sasuke’s older brother.”
Orochimaru’s amber, slanted eyes were half lidded on Kakashi’s erection. “It does not matter how good you are…” Orochimaru murmured, dipping his head a little to lap leisurely along a swollen vein in Kakashi’s shaft. Kakashi bit back a low groan and released a sigh instead, feeling his pulse within his clenched fists. “Just as long as Sasuke can train with the abilities he has now and improve them. Develop new ones.”
Orochimaru finally rewarded Kakashi, dipping his head downward suddenly and enveloping Kakashi’s member in warmth. Kakashi pulled in a deep breath and held it again, gritting his teeth a little. He had been tortured before, many times. But never
Had the copy ninja, been tortured quite like this. It was getting harder and harder to view Orochimaru as the enemy when what he was doing felt so damn good.
The Sennin’s long, slick tongue began to move along the length of Kakashi’s shaft, gliding up and down the rigid skin with each pull of his bobbing head. Kakashi flexed his arms in the chains, releasing his caught breath on a hiss. Orochimaru reluctantly released Kakashi, replacing his tongue with his hand and continued to expertly stroke the Jounin.
“You are now mine, Hatake Kakashi. I can be a very generous and fair leader, if I have loyalty and respect. I believe you already know what I am capable of if you don’t agree.”
Kakashi allowed himself to nod his head, watching the Sennin slide up the length of Kakashi’s body, so Orochimaru’s face was inches from his own. Kakashi wondered if he ever stopped smiling.
Orochimaru reached up, to take a fairly small pillow from somewhere above Kakashi’s head and wedged it under Kakashi’s hips, leaning back a little to admire the scene. He sighed happily and crawled back in between Kakashi’s thighs. “This would be a lot more enjoyable for us both if I could release your ankles.”
“Probably.”
If Kakashi could have two limbs free, there was no limit to what escape tactics he could do. Orochimaru, unfortunately, also seemed to know this. “But I do not trust you yet. That is something you must earn, Pet.”
Kakashi sighed. This was going to be a bigger challenge than he anticipated. Getting into Orochimaru’s good graces wouldn’t be easy. And he wondered what he would have to go through the get there.
The Sennin was now stroking himself with one hand, the other running along the toned muscle in Kakashi’s abdomen. The Jounin’s legs were spread to a very accommodating width apart, the mattress itself being rather wide. Orochimaru slipped two fingers into his own mouth and moved the hand down to caress Kakashi’s entrance.
Kakashi gave a small moan, feeling practiced fingers press down on him, making the ring of muscles relax and loosen a little. Kakashi had taken it before. Of course, both parties had been consenting and there certainly weren’t any chains. Orochimaru seemed pleased, as he let the first finger slide in easily enough and there was only a small amount of resistance in getting the second in. Orochimaru waited a moment for the clenching sensation to dissolve before he began moving his fingers within the Jounin, making Kakashi’s hips twitch up pleadingly.
Orochimaru chuckled, watching the Jounin squirm beneath him, his fingers curling and stroking within Kakashi. “You will be my vessel…” He whispered, leaning down to lick Kakashi’s ear. “My advisor… my confidant… my lover…”
Kakashi knew his mind was being tampered with. He could hear Orochimaru’s whispers within his brain, could feel his body responding to every single touch and caress, making it difficult to focus on -anything- besides how good this felt. Escape wasn’t important anymore. Kakashi didn’t care about Sasuke or Naruto or Konoha… he just wanted to get off. He wanted Orochimaru to get him off…
“Would you like that…?” Orochimaru’s voice had become very quiet and alluring.
“Yes.”
“Yes… ?”
“Yes, Orochimaru-Sama…” The response spilled out of Kakashi’s mouth faster than he had intended. He was growing impatient. He was very aware of the heartbeat drumming in his throat and the aching throb of his rigid shaft. He nudged his hips into Orochimaru’s hand with a small groan.
“There’s a good boy…” Orochimaru cooed, withdrawing his hand and raising himself to his knees between Kakashi’s thighs. He took very little time adjusting, thrusting into Kakashi slowly and deeply.
Kakashi felt himself stretch around the enormous length, expected pain erupting instantly. Kakashi gritted his teeth and felt his body tense. Only for a moment, though, as Kakashi remembered that not being relaxed in this situation could cause more harm then good.
So he did his best to concentrate on something else until the pain died. Kakashi stared up into Orochimaru’s face, into slanted, wicked eyes. The Sennin wasn’t smiling now. But he certainly looked content. Orochimaru had his mouth open a little, hung over Kakashi firmly with one hand planted by the Jounin’s head, the other on Kakashi’s rigid shaft.
Orochimaru didn’t wait for Kakashi to adjust to his slightly massive size, leaning back so he kneeled over the Jounin, his hips thrusting long and deep, his hand sliding to grip Kakashi’s thigh.
The pain died relatively quickly. Kakashi could feel his back arching and his hips ising a little off the pillow, cords standing out in his slim, pale neck as he cried out. Orochimaru’s hand was pumping his shaft in quick, firm jerks.
The world was melting around Kakashi, into a haze of pleasure. He had never felt anything so intense in his life. The pleasure would escalate to new heights with each short pull of Kakashi’s member, coming back down for a mere instant before the thrusting within his being brought it right back up again.
Orochimaru began to give soft grunts, to punctuate each hard plunge into Kakashi, his hand moving in tempo. Kakashi’s breath was ragged in his chest, his body squirmed uselessly in its restraints, he could feel the swell of a climax below his waist, curling and growing steadily.
“Fuck…” Kakashi exhaled sharply tossing his head to one side, the pleasure intoxicating, blinding even. Everything seemed to revolve around the sound of harsh, panting breathes, the groans, the thrusting - which was rapidly increasing in rhythm-
Kakashi could hear blood pulsing in his ears as the world vanished in a white hot flood of ecstasy, his body shrieking with pounding repercussions of his orgasm. He was dimly aware that Orochimaru had come as well. The Sennin was no longer thrusting, but trying to regain his breath, head propped on Kakashi’s waist.
“Yes… you will be of some use to me, Kakashi-kun…” Orochimaru finally murmured, rolling away from Kakashi and pulling his kimono back on. “And don’t worry. I will make sure to give you plenty of time to consider my offer.” Orochimaru chuckled, nodding to a corner of the room Kakashi could not see.
Kakashi heard yet another door open and then felt the presence of something - someone - very large. 6’6”, three hundred and fifty pounds… Kakashi could even see the giant’s shadow looming closer and closer to where he lay.
“Take him to his cell. Search his clothing and then give it back. He can foul his own clothing for the next few days.”
“Of course, Orochimaru-sama.” A very thick, heavy voice replied. And then Kakashi felt a very thick, heavy object bash over his head and all went black.
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