Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ The Love He Knew ❯ 1 ( Chapter 1 )

The Love He Knew

 

By Wormmonsoul (mewotojita@yahoo.com)

Anime: Naruto

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, it's obvious since Kishimoto-sensei does. This is OrochimaruxSasuke, rape, NC-17, unpleasant things, slight PWP. You've been warned.

 

Orochimaru never gave pleasure. He was not violent either. Not all the time, anyway, and not without a reason. The only reason to use force was when Sasuke fought him.

First time when Orochimaru fucked him, he fought.

But if Sasuke gave up and lay on the futon, face down and patient, Orochimaru never hurt him. He didn't care. Sasuke was his means to satisfy his need, much like his right hand, and the snake demon was indifferent to what his right hand felt at the time.

If Sasuke wanted pleasure, he was free to use his hands or other tricks, whatever he felt like. Uchiha quickly learned these tricks, like squirming and shifting against his master. Orochimaru didn't mind as long as he was satisfied himself. And he was, every time.

He played with him but not nearly as much as Sasuke wanted. He could extend his body parts and twist them, and sometimes he used this trick on his cock. Sometimes he wrapped his tongue around Uchiha's neck and looked into the burning red eyes and fucked him.

Sasuke never let his guard down. He knew that Orochimaru wanted to possess his body, and not knowing when and what kind of an attack would come, he always kept his sharingan on the snake demon, memorising everything every time they fucked.

Orochimaru rarely showed emotion. He had sex with Sasuke not because he liked him, it was just a routine, a need of the young man's body that he had possessed, a human weakness, and because it was the only way to exert control over Uchiha.

From the first day Uchiha appeared in Otogakure he had been insolent and disobedient to the snake lord, as if a special position was reserved for him that allowed to throw insults to Orochimaru's face. Orochimaru enjoyed his perkiness for some time, but one day the fun ended for Uchiha.

Sasuke came striding into the underground passage and kicked Orochimaru's room open. The sannin was reading an old book at his desk.

"I told you I came here only for power. Why do you not train me enough?!" Uchiha demanded. "I'm hundred times better than the rest you've collected. Give me everything you know! NOW!"

Orochimaru reached with his hand across the room in a flash and pinned the thirteen year old boy to the wall, fingers closing around his throat.

"You will be patient and obedient, Sasuke-kun," Orochimaru warned.

Sasuke knew that Orochimaru would never damage the body he intended for himself but the snake eyes were dangerous and suggested that physical damage was not the only way to tame him. Sharingan sprang into Sasuke's eyes as he reached for his shuriken.

Orochimaru stood up from his desk and threw the struggling boy into the corner on the futon. Sasuke managed to wriggle out and turned his body in midair to avoid collision with the wall. He fell on his fours on the futon, kunai drawn out and locked in his left hand, and his Katon jutsu in the right, but Orochimaru was already behind him and twisting his arms over his back. One hand cuffing his wrists in a deadly grip, the other pressing his head into the blanket, Orochimaru bent over the boy, dulling his senses with pain. His tongue lapped out and tugged down Sasuke's shorts; the boy was struck with shock. Taking advantage of that, the snake demon pushed his fingers inside him.

"Doton," he whispered. Oil flew inside Sasuke, and Sasuke understood. He was a genius after all and he had ears too. Boys in Otogakure were bad boys, hurt boys and bright boys. They told stories about this stuff, which were cruel and full of bitter spite, and so real.

"NO!" Sasuke shouted, desperate to get away. Orochimaru was stronger and that was that. Sasuke was so scared that he wanted to cry that he would be good and beg, just like with Itachi. The Uchiha pride stopped him.

Orochimaru twisted his arms so that the pain would stop him from struggling, and his cock grew and pushed inside him. Disgust filled Sasuke and he vomited violently. The snake demon didn't care. He grabbed his black hair and jerked his head up to stop him from vomiting any more. The smell of dirtiness and blood and sex filled Sasuke's nostrils and he chocked, his body protesting and fighting the rapist. The demon's tongue enveloped Sasuke's body, holding him firmly in place. Orochimaru never stopped until he came.

Once released, Uchiha fell heavily on the blanket, sweating all over and hurting, and tried to crawl away towards the small window near the ceiling. It was still light outside. Orochimaru allowed himself a short respite, then grabbed the boy's ankle and jerked him under his body again, spreading his lean thighs and entering him once more. He pressed the boy's wrists over his head and worked his hips savagely, while teary sharingan eyes silently watched his moves from below, watching and calculating an attack despite the pain, confusion and aversion.

Sasuke didn't stop fighting and didn't start to scream until Orochimaru fucked him for the third time. The screams reached the caged prisoners along the underground passages. For a moment, ninja who trained close to Orochimaru's lair paused in their exercises, then went on as if nothing happened. Kabuto in his cave closed the door to muffle the noise and resumed his research. Sasuke would not let himself scream to beg to stop or scream from pain, but he screamed from fear as Orochimaru sent him images of tearing him apart with his cock.

Taming of Uchiha took less than thirty minutes. After Orochimaru finished, he picked the half-conscious boy and threw him out of the door. He wiped himself with the blanket, kicked it in the fire, sat down in his chair with his book and found the right page. Sasuke was lying in the dark corridor for several minutes, blocking the whirlwind of thoughts, soaking in madness. He climbed to his feet, grabbing the wall in support and limped away from Orochimaru's cave. Because of the pain he couldn't even run from Otogakure to save himself.

From that day Sasuke kept his distance from Orochimaru. It didn't help when Orochimaru realised he needed more of the boy, so he took Sasuke by force. Soon the boy learned that sex was inevitable and stopped struggling.

Orochimaru never changed his tactics. He lubricated him and thrust into him until he came, repeated the ordeal once or twice, then went on doing his business, while Sasuke satisfied himself on the futon in the corner. Orochimaru never talked during sex, and his yellow snake eyes stared at Sasuke's neck without blinking as they fucked. There were times when he licked his face with his unnaturally long tongue and pushed the thick tip through Sasuke's lips for the boy to suck. His saliva dripped from his lips and that was the only way for Sasuke to know that the snake demon enjoyed it.

Sasuke never asked for anything because he was too proud to beg. To survive he had to find pleasure in the wet rhythm and strokes of Orochimaru's movements: he found how to wriggle his hips and adjust the penetration to strike the spot inside. He opened his legs for Orochimaru and let him press him into the sweaty futon, and he knew how to adapt when Orochimaru pulled out to switch positions. The best fuck so far was to seat in Orochimaru's lap, hold his shoulders and ride his dick at his own favourite angle. The pleasure was then so intense that he almost - almost - allowed a distraction, and his own life held no meaning for several seconds of orgasm.

The only time Sasuke kept fighting was when Orochimaru laid kisses on his skin. The memory of the pain from the cursed seal was still fresh and Uchiha didn't want any more. Luckily, Orochimaru preferred to taste him with his tongue, not lips. They didn't kiss each other and they didn't care. Sasuke got used to everything and he even missed sex if the older nin ignored him for a long time.

Uchiha was already planning his escape. He could not stay with Orochimaru and not be consumed one day by the snake lord. The boy felt his power grow, and he thought more and more of his revenge on Itachi. Soon he would be able to free himself from Orochimaru.

He would run away. He would force the memory of Orochimaru and that unclean pleasure deep down. He would kill Itachi and get rid of the hate inside. If needed, he would kill Orochimaru as well.

But the memory would stay. The cold eyes of the poisonous demon who night after night buried him in the stinking blanket. The hot and stinging mark between his legs. Feeling of his arms around his shoulders. Warm ragged breath on his skin. Strength which protected and excited him, and threatened and crushed him. Jealous looks of the other ninjas who knew. And the way Orochimaru never talked and never gave pleasure and never stopped sleeping with him.

 

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