DaMoyre (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} damoyre) wrote in ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} naruto_500,@ 2005-03-19 20:58:00 |
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Challenge #2; FIC: The Minute of Decay
Title: The Minute of Decay
Author: DaMoyre
Pairing: Orochimaru/Sasuke
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: yaoi, angst, dark
Spoilers: For the anime and the manga.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Just having a little fun here!
A/N: In the 700-word range.
there's not much left to love
too tired today to hate
I feel the empty
I feel the minute of decay
I'm on my way down now, I'd like to take you with me
I'm on my way down
-- Marilyn Manson
~ * ~
"I'm tired of waiting," Sasuke snapped, bitter words from a bitter heart. "You promised me--"
"I promised I'd give you enough power to get your revenge," Orochimaru hissed, cold hands on Sasuke's back, running up and down, following the outline of his spine. "I've kept my end of the deal, Sasuke-kun."
"Don't call me that."
"Then don't act like a child. You must be patient." The sannin moved behind him again, hips grinding, hot skin against the cool silk of Orochimaru's robe. Sasuke felt his body stretching, shivering, even against his will. It was beyond reason, this need, as powerful as his thirst for vengeance. His knees felt weak, his legs trembling, about to give in as pain shot through his body.
The source of his torture and his pleasure were one and the same.
"But you promised me..." Sasuke's breath caught in his throat, a hiss, and then a moan, bending over the small desk in the spartan room he'd been assigned at Otogakure. A ninja's life was never one of luxury.
"The timing is wrong." Long fingers, cold as ice, tracing invisible patterns on his stomach. Then down, curling on the throbbing flesh, squeezing very lightly.
"Ah...ah!" Sasuke cried out and then bit his bottom lip until he could taste blood.
"Good boy," a slithery whisper, and Orochimaru's wet lips on the back of his neck, kissing, nibbling, the long tongue stretching until it was licking his ear.
A wave of revulsion washed over Sasuke, and he felt his body tensing, a part of him wanting to pull away, to run out of this room, out of this place, out of the snake's grip.
But the pleasure...the pleasure was unbearable. No, he couldn't stop.
Not now.
"Then...then when?" His voice breaking, echoing his thoughts, but the question carried a different meaning.
"Soon, my student," Orochimaru murmured. Their hips rocking, finding a pace, a rhythm. "We'll find him...trap him...kill him."
Itachi.
"Yes," Sasuke whimpered. "Yes."
The room was dark, eyes tightly shut, rolling back inside Sasuke's head. The friction increased, rubbing up and down, a firm grip on his cock. Orochimaru's weight on his back, riding him, pushing him further down over the desk. A wet tongue tickling his ear, sliding in and out; Orochimaru's cold breath, never warm. Everything about this man was cold.
He reached out with trembling hands, gripping the edges of the desk, sinking his teeth on the wooden surface, muffling a loud moan, his climax. White seed spilled on Orochimaru's hand.
Sasuke lost track of time. How long had he been standing there, partially undressed, bent over that desk? Sore and spent, viscous liquid trickling down his legs.
"Sasuke," the cruel voice he knew so well, the one that spoke to him in dreams and nightmares.
"Orochimaru." Sasuke straightened up, bracing himself on the desk, pulling his pants back up. But when he turned around, the figure on the bed was not what he was expecting to see.
It was like looking in the mirror: dark eyes, dark hair, the Sharingan.
Like a blow to his stomach, needless to his heart, the oxygen in the room was suddenly lacking.
"I hate you," he hissed, his hands curling into fists. "I hate you."
"Good," Itachi said. "You're almost there, foolish little brother. Almost."
Then the illusion was gone, and Orochimaru was sitting in front of him again. The golden eyes were lit with amusement, lips curved at the corners.
"Stop doing that," Sasuke said, his voice cool, the blaze of his rage suddenly extinct.
"But you're doing so well." Orochimaru stood up and walked towards the door. Their meeting was over for tonight. "So very well." He laughed, the sound floating over the room, chilling the air like a glacier.
It was a trick Orochimaru used often, sometimes during training, creating illusions of Itachi and allowing Sasuke to 'kill' him, over and over again.
He'd taken Itachi's life so many times, painted his hands in crimson, eaten his brother's beating heart. Revenge was at the tip of his fingers, the taste of blood on the tip of his tongue. It would be the real thing soon.
Very soon
Orochimaru had promised.
- end -
Title: The Minute of Decay
Author: DaMoyre
Pairing: Orochimaru/Sasuke
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: yaoi, angst, dark
Spoilers: For the anime and the manga.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Just having a little fun here!
A/N: In the 700-word range.
there's not much left to love
too tired today to hate
I feel the empty
I feel the minute of decay
I'm on my way down now, I'd like to take you with me
I'm on my way down
-- Marilyn Manson
~ * ~
"I'm tired of waiting," Sasuke snapped, bitter words from a bitter heart. "You promised me--"
"I promised I'd give you enough power to get your revenge," Orochimaru hissed, cold hands on Sasuke's back, running up and down, following the outline of his spine. "I've kept my end of the deal, Sasuke-kun."
"Don't call me that."
"Then don't act like a child. You must be patient." The sannin moved behind him again, hips grinding, hot skin against the cool silk of Orochimaru's robe. Sasuke felt his body stretching, shivering, even against his will. It was beyond reason, this need, as powerful as his thirst for vengeance. His knees felt weak, his legs trembling, about to give in as pain shot through his body.
The source of his torture and his pleasure were one and the same.
"But you promised me..." Sasuke's breath caught in his throat, a hiss, and then a moan, bending over the small desk in the spartan room he'd been assigned at Otogakure. A ninja's life was never one of luxury.
"The timing is wrong." Long fingers, cold as ice, tracing invisible patterns on his stomach. Then down, curling on the throbbing flesh, squeezing very lightly.
"Ah...ah!" Sasuke cried out and then bit his bottom lip until he could taste blood.
"Good boy," a slithery whisper, and Orochimaru's wet lips on the back of his neck, kissing, nibbling, the long tongue stretching until it was licking his ear.
A wave of revulsion washed over Sasuke, and he felt his body tensing, a part of him wanting to pull away, to run out of this room, out of this place, out of the snake's grip.
But the pleasure...the pleasure was unbearable. No, he couldn't stop.
Not now.
"Then...then when?" His voice breaking, echoing his thoughts, but the question carried a different meaning.
"Soon, my student," Orochimaru murmured. Their hips rocking, finding a pace, a rhythm. "We'll find him...trap him...kill him."
Itachi.
"Yes," Sasuke whimpered. "Yes."
The room was dark, eyes tightly shut, rolling back inside Sasuke's head. The friction increased, rubbing up and down, a firm grip on his cock. Orochimaru's weight on his back, riding him, pushing him further down over the desk. A wet tongue tickling his ear, sliding in and out; Orochimaru's cold breath, never warm. Everything about this man was cold.
He reached out with trembling hands, gripping the edges of the desk, sinking his teeth on the wooden surface, muffling a loud moan, his climax. White seed spilled on Orochimaru's hand.
Sasuke lost track of time. How long had he been standing there, partially undressed, bent over that desk? Sore and spent, viscous liquid trickling down his legs.
"Sasuke," the cruel voice he knew so well, the one that spoke to him in dreams and nightmares.
"Orochimaru." Sasuke straightened up, bracing himself on the desk, pulling his pants back up. But when he turned around, the figure on the bed was not what he was expecting to see.
It was like looking in the mirror: dark eyes, dark hair, the Sharingan.
Like a blow to his stomach, needless to his heart, the oxygen in the room was suddenly lacking.
"I hate you," he hissed, his hands curling into fists. "I hate you."
"Good," Itachi said. "You're almost there, foolish little brother. Almost."
Then the illusion was gone, and Orochimaru was sitting in front of him again. The golden eyes were lit with amusement, lips curved at the corners.
"Stop doing that," Sasuke said, his voice cool, the blaze of his rage suddenly extinct.
"But you're doing so well." Orochimaru stood up and walked towards the door. Their meeting was over for tonight. "So very well." He laughed, the sound floating over the room, chilling the air like a glacier.
It was a trick Orochimaru used often, sometimes during training, creating illusions of Itachi and allowing Sasuke to 'kill' him, over and over again.
He'd taken Itachi's life so many times, painted his hands in crimson, eaten his brother's beating heart. Revenge was at the tip of his fingers, the taste of blood on the tip of his tongue. It would be the real thing soon.
Very soon
Orochimaru had promised.
- end -
