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Title: Control
Author: Evandar (yamievandar / hikarievandar)
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and I am not making any money from this story. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warnings: Implied semi-non con shota
Pairings: Implied Orochimaru/Sasuke
Summary: Orochimaru has Sasuke right where he wants him.
Notes: This was written for a challenge on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lyrical_legend. I have no idea where it came from, and this is my first attempt at writing Naruto Fic. Unfortunately I'm not exactly sure on the characterisation because I haven't got very far in the series yet, so please, if you know Naruto canon at all, give me some indication of whether or not it's okay.
Tempt me with the secrets that you hold
Don't divulge until you're in control
- t.A.T.u. - Null and Void
Sasuke grit his teeth as a long tongue ran over his neck. It was his only physical reaction to the touch, experience having shown him that the more he reacted, the more Orochimaru liked it. Though the caress only lasted for a few moments, each second felt like an hour and the longer it lasted, the more Sasuke wanted to bathe.
Orochimaru noticed the boy’s discomfort and smirked. He knew his touch made him squirm; knew that Sasuke hated it, but he didn’t care. He knew the boy wouldn’t argue as long as he thought that Orochimaru would help him get strong enough to defeat his brother, and that power over Sasuke – power only he held – excited him far more than the boy’s body ever could.
The tongue withdrew – flickering gently over Sasuke’s lips, which thinned in an expression of disgust – and Sasuke looked up at Orochimaru, glaring through his eyelashes, waiting for Orochimaru to say something.
Orochimaru licked his lips and smiled. Sasuke shivered. “You’re doing well,” he said, his voice little more than a low hiss that sent tremors running down Sasuke’s spine, though he hid his reactions well. “But you aren’t ready quite yet. Just a little longer Sasuke-kun.”
A muscle twitched in Sasuke’s cheek and his glare intensified, but he nodded. Most of the time he felt as though he was wasting his time here, but sometimes, when Orochimaru gave him instructions for a new jutsu, it was almost worth it. And the training – almost constant in order to avoid Orochimaru as much as possible – was making him stronger.
He excused himself, trying to ignore the way that Orochimaru’s gaze burned into his back.
And behind him, Orochimaru’s smile twisted into a smirk. He had Sasuke exactly where he wanted him.
Author: Evandar (yamievandar / hikarievandar)
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and I am not making any money from this story. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warnings: Implied semi-non con shota
Pairings: Implied Orochimaru/Sasuke
Summary: Orochimaru has Sasuke right where he wants him.
Notes: This was written for a challenge on
lyrical_legend. I have no idea where it came from, and this is my first attempt at writing Naruto Fic. Unfortunately I'm not exactly sure on the characterisation because I haven't got very far in the series yet, so please, if you know Naruto canon at all, give me some indication of whether or not it's okay.Tempt me with the secrets that you hold
Don't divulge until you're in control
- t.A.T.u. - Null and Void
Sasuke grit his teeth as a long tongue ran over his neck. It was his only physical reaction to the touch, experience having shown him that the more he reacted, the more Orochimaru liked it. Though the caress only lasted for a few moments, each second felt like an hour and the longer it lasted, the more Sasuke wanted to bathe.
Orochimaru noticed the boy’s discomfort and smirked. He knew his touch made him squirm; knew that Sasuke hated it, but he didn’t care. He knew the boy wouldn’t argue as long as he thought that Orochimaru would help him get strong enough to defeat his brother, and that power over Sasuke – power only he held – excited him far more than the boy’s body ever could.
The tongue withdrew – flickering gently over Sasuke’s lips, which thinned in an expression of disgust – and Sasuke looked up at Orochimaru, glaring through his eyelashes, waiting for Orochimaru to say something.
Orochimaru licked his lips and smiled. Sasuke shivered. “You’re doing well,” he said, his voice little more than a low hiss that sent tremors running down Sasuke’s spine, though he hid his reactions well. “But you aren’t ready quite yet. Just a little longer Sasuke-kun.”
A muscle twitched in Sasuke’s cheek and his glare intensified, but he nodded. Most of the time he felt as though he was wasting his time here, but sometimes, when Orochimaru gave him instructions for a new jutsu, it was almost worth it. And the training – almost constant in order to avoid Orochimaru as much as possible – was making him stronger.
He excused himself, trying to ignore the way that Orochimaru’s gaze burned into his back.
And behind him, Orochimaru’s smile twisted into a smirk. He had Sasuke exactly where he wanted him.
