It's Body-Sharing Porn Time!
Uh, so I started this earlier in the week in response to manga speculation. I was feeling creative and just couldn't pass it up. Read at your own risk.
Title: “Control”
Pairing: OroSasu…just not in the way you’ve imagined them. Qualifies as SasuSasu too, I suppose.
Rating: NC-17
Words: 712
Spoilers: Technically none, but inspired by the latest chapters. Probably AU by now but I still hope not.
Warnings: PWP. Um, non-con masturbation? It’s disturbing, but kind of…humorous, at least to me.
Disclaimer: It's a very good thing I don't own this series.
A/N: I’m sorry. I really, really am. The canon made me do it.
Sasuke fell back on the bed with his head in his hands. It had begun again. He closed his eyes and breathed slowly and deliberately, trying to ignore the mounting throbbing between his temples, the deep fatigue in his limbs. Maintaining control of his body required conscious effort and constant vigilance. Usually, he managed just fine. He was an Uchiha after all. But no amount of will could totally silence the slithery voice inside his head, coaxing him, taunting him when his concentration began to crack. And on nights like this, when he’d been fighting all day and his chakra was depleted and his mind exhausted, the snake surfaced. Sasuke pictured his body in his mind, trying to feel his own blood flow, his nerve endings, his chakra currents. He was so tired now. So tired…
Slowly, his left hand began moving, stroking his flushed cheek with eerie delicacy. The hairs on his body stood on end and he shivered. The thumb slid along his jawline and the index finger glossed over his lips.
It was always the left side first.
Sasssssssuke…
“Get out!” he growled aloud, grabbing at the offending hand with his other and holding it down tightly to his heaving chest. No no no no no. But it kept pushing back, until finally his right hand was thrown backward to smack painfully against the headboard. He winced. His possessed hand took his own, now bruised and swelling, and cradled it in mock tenderness.
Sasuke couldn’t feel his left arm anymore. He rolled over on top of it to smother it into the sheets. But he could already feel his good arm weakening, his muscles beginning to twitch with foreign power. The pain in his hand was dulling into numb disconnection. His arms were trying to come together, the right one straining against his last shreds of will. Beads of sweat broke upon Sasuke's forehead as he desperately channeled chakra into his arms to pry them apart. Then his strength gave out, and Orochimaru formed the hand seal, immobilizing Sasuke’s legs.
He cursed. Now he was once again at the mercy of the wicked hands that caressed his neck and chest with envious lust. They pushed his pants down and glided hungrily over his exposed skin. One hand ran along the inside of his thighs and danced playfully along the curve of his ass. The other coiled around his length and began steadily pumping it to fullness. God, it felt so good. Orochimaru’s hands were much more skilled than his own. He was losing his will to fight it. And why should he? It wasn’t like he hadn’t touched himself before. That was all this was. That was all this looked like. But with each moan of pleasure, he felt something in his core crumble away.
His mouth hung slack, his eyes half closed, suspended in erotic haze. He noticed too late that his jaw felt numb, his tongue heavy and distant. Oh god, no. No. But there was nothing he could do. He squeezed his eyes shut so as not to see that tongue that was not his tongue slink from his open mouth. He couldn’t feel it extending, but he felt it on him, gliding wetly over his chest and down between his legs. It wound around his thigh, squeezing it possessively. It swirled over the tip of his erection, lapping up the tiny rivulets of precum, working in tandem with his hand before abandoning it and slithering up inside him. His eyes flew open with shock at the sudden penetration, and to his horror he found his vision blurry and dim. He was losing himself. Orochimaru’s tongue thrust in and out of him, flexing and curling, stretching him, teasing his prostate. As Sasuke hurtled over the edge in a shuddering climax, he envisioned a snake’s yellow orbs laughing on the back of his darkened eyelids.
Slowly, feeling returned to his limbs. His right hand throbbed faintly. He scraped his tongue against his teeth, feeling the sharpness with relief. The struggle must have been equally draining for his tormentor, for all traces of Orochimaru had receded into a dull burning in his shoulder. Sasuke felt sick.
The next time it happened, he knew, he would break even faster.
Title: “Control”
Pairing: OroSasu…just not in the way you’ve imagined them. Qualifies as SasuSasu too, I suppose.
Rating: NC-17
Words: 712
Spoilers: Technically none, but inspired by the latest chapters. Probably AU by now but I still hope not.
Warnings: PWP. Um, non-con masturbation? It’s disturbing, but kind of…humorous, at least to me.
Disclaimer: It's a very good thing I don't own this series.
A/N: I’m sorry. I really, really am. The canon made me do it.
Sasuke fell back on the bed with his head in his hands. It had begun again. He closed his eyes and breathed slowly and deliberately, trying to ignore the mounting throbbing between his temples, the deep fatigue in his limbs. Maintaining control of his body required conscious effort and constant vigilance. Usually, he managed just fine. He was an Uchiha after all. But no amount of will could totally silence the slithery voice inside his head, coaxing him, taunting him when his concentration began to crack. And on nights like this, when he’d been fighting all day and his chakra was depleted and his mind exhausted, the snake surfaced. Sasuke pictured his body in his mind, trying to feel his own blood flow, his nerve endings, his chakra currents. He was so tired now. So tired…
Slowly, his left hand began moving, stroking his flushed cheek with eerie delicacy. The hairs on his body stood on end and he shivered. The thumb slid along his jawline and the index finger glossed over his lips.
It was always the left side first.
Sasssssssuke…
“Get out!” he growled aloud, grabbing at the offending hand with his other and holding it down tightly to his heaving chest. No no no no no. But it kept pushing back, until finally his right hand was thrown backward to smack painfully against the headboard. He winced. His possessed hand took his own, now bruised and swelling, and cradled it in mock tenderness.
Sasuke couldn’t feel his left arm anymore. He rolled over on top of it to smother it into the sheets. But he could already feel his good arm weakening, his muscles beginning to twitch with foreign power. The pain in his hand was dulling into numb disconnection. His arms were trying to come together, the right one straining against his last shreds of will. Beads of sweat broke upon Sasuke's forehead as he desperately channeled chakra into his arms to pry them apart. Then his strength gave out, and Orochimaru formed the hand seal, immobilizing Sasuke’s legs.
He cursed. Now he was once again at the mercy of the wicked hands that caressed his neck and chest with envious lust. They pushed his pants down and glided hungrily over his exposed skin. One hand ran along the inside of his thighs and danced playfully along the curve of his ass. The other coiled around his length and began steadily pumping it to fullness. God, it felt so good. Orochimaru’s hands were much more skilled than his own. He was losing his will to fight it. And why should he? It wasn’t like he hadn’t touched himself before. That was all this was. That was all this looked like. But with each moan of pleasure, he felt something in his core crumble away.
His mouth hung slack, his eyes half closed, suspended in erotic haze. He noticed too late that his jaw felt numb, his tongue heavy and distant. Oh god, no. No. But there was nothing he could do. He squeezed his eyes shut so as not to see that tongue that was not his tongue slink from his open mouth. He couldn’t feel it extending, but he felt it on him, gliding wetly over his chest and down between his legs. It wound around his thigh, squeezing it possessively. It swirled over the tip of his erection, lapping up the tiny rivulets of precum, working in tandem with his hand before abandoning it and slithering up inside him. His eyes flew open with shock at the sudden penetration, and to his horror he found his vision blurry and dim. He was losing himself. Orochimaru’s tongue thrust in and out of him, flexing and curling, stretching him, teasing his prostate. As Sasuke hurtled over the edge in a shuddering climax, he envisioned a snake’s yellow orbs laughing on the back of his darkened eyelids.
Slowly, feeling returned to his limbs. His right hand throbbed faintly. He scraped his tongue against his teeth, feeling the sharpness with relief. The struggle must have been equally draining for his tormentor, for all traces of Orochimaru had receded into a dull burning in his shoulder. Sasuke felt sick.
The next time it happened, he knew, he would break even faster.