The world at brisk morning was cold and here in this sanctum to perfidy almost plastic. There was no sound. Not a shift in the wind against the slowly drying leaves, not a tune from any life, there was no life and there was no sound. Fog smothered the ground about the trees and up into the lifeless sky but eyes ringed a serpentine gold could always be seen so clearly. It would be suiting that those darting gold orbs would be settling upon the back of short raven locks, and his eyes which became so empty; pits of coal would be settling on the smoke of a warm cup of tea. The only warmth he'd felt in so long; everything here was so cold. The cup rose to his lips.
It was a strange thing that happened here in a place so dead, so dry. The serpent moved elegantly and without the slightest noise. There was no sound here but the Uchiha knew what was coming none-the-less. Venomous gaze just a breath away as the sannin played movements up the stairs of the temple. Movements that always fascinated those eyes, Those eyes that knew all, saw all. Orochimaru as always was so amused by this boy and thin lips curled up but Sasuke remained still as he always would, playing holier-than-thou to perfection. A cold hand brushed by the skin of his cheek and cupped the edge of a sharp jaw line. Uchiha Sasuke was a beautiful liar because those eyes that bolted through him like the finest edge of the finest blade were not like his own. They could not see all, they did not know all but they were puissant and preditorial. They consumed him; sucked him in whole and left him dry with nothing.
"Sasuke-kun."
The cup would soon be set aside. Legs parting by a wedging figure and adjusting against it. The contact was cold like the morning bite and silk threads of ink black slithering over his skin. This man was always so cold, everything here was so cold. He would hear laughter as boney fingers played about his skin, Sasuke was strong in composition but Orochimaru knew how to devour him so perfectly. Little by little tiny cracks would show upon the surface and the snake delved right in.
This body which never caves to my beckoning, this body which poses such arrogance is just as cold as mine. This boy is far from perfect... You have the blood of reptile and whether you admit or not your redemption is beyond your grasp.
One dry breath; his back flat against the wood below body stripped of everything. Flesh and bone, on mornings like this it was all that mattered. Sasuke hated mornings like this, because on mornings like this his eyes would still under the gaze above and legs would spread so invitingly without a single word. His body would bend in ways he never thought it could, voice would say things he never though it would and his eyes would fall down the sannins body... Mornings like this things happened that never should.
There was no protest and there was no pleading. This body was dead.. open to his rapture.
Two bodies. Two pristine bodies of rot and flesh and carnal decomposing. His breath was thinning and fingers curled into the elders back above. There was no warmth here in this act of self-indulgence. There was no taste, no smell, no odor, only sound. Only the sound of a body becoming so breathless, only the sound of penetration and skin snapping hard against the bone. Wounded and raw, how you always leave me and when it was over there was no more sound.