It has been a while since Naruto last saw the light of the sun. Not even the face of the moon found it's way down to the hidden cavern, in which the young boy was held. Captured, kidnapped by some pedophile and his henchman. He did not know where he was or why he was there. He just knew that he wanted to get out as quickly as possible, before HE came back.
When the blond first met Orochimaru, he didn't think much of him. He was just another old man, a customer like every other. Sure, he had something special, better to say, weird about him, but there was no reason to feel suspicious of him in any way. If he had known what that man would be capable of doing though , Naruto would have never agreed to his invitation.
Naruto worked in a brothel. Not as a prostitiute, but as a handyman. If it was simply cleaning of the sheets, tidying the rooms, bringing tea and sake to the customers or taking care of the prostitute's bodies and hair, he did it all. He was lucky, though he was property of the master of the brothel, he didn't have to take customers. Not that Naruto would've objected to. How often has he already imagined, warm fingers running over his heated body, the coolness of the lubricant, the sound of tongues battling over dominance... He came way too often, just at the thought of it.
"Naruto-kun?"
A husky voice called the boy back from his trip to dreamland, Naruto was glad he didn't start drooling in front of the customer. He looked back at the long-haired man, that smiled at him amused.
"Did you hear what I was saying, Naruto-kun?" The man repeated, the polite smile never disappeared from his lips.
" 'm sorry... What was that again?" The blond replied, he chuckled uneasily to cover his rudeness of not listening to the customer but instead, drifting off to a land full of pleasure and amusement.
"I was asking you if you would like to meet with me, outside of the brothel."
Naruto, of course, would not have been so naive to ever agree to such an invitation. Most of the customer who asked prostitutes out OUTSIDE of the brothel were either mass-murdering lunatics or desperate lovers. Naruto never saw quite a difference between the both. But Orochimaru-san, the man he was talking to, usually came to the brothel to just chat with Naruto. He knew Naruto wasn't one of the prostitutes, still he paid him for the time they talked. He was a mysterious man but the blond never sensed any danger from him. So Naruto agreed with a smile and a simple "I'd love to!"
Looking at the situation now, Naruto would've kicked himself so hard for that.