Title: Pose of Submission

Author: Fenikkusu Ai

Rating: M

Fandom: Naruto

Pairing: Orochimaru/Sasuke

Words: 1,005

Genre: Angst/Drama

Summary: Sasuke too care not to look into his eyes. Snakes mesmerized their prey, and he would prefer to keep his will intact. Mentions of rape. Semi non-con. Self-hatred.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto


You can't be serious," Sasuke blurted out.

It was the wrong thing to say to his sensei, he knew.

The expression that Orochimaru returned him was an exceedingly bored one. Once more, Sasuke was grateful that Orochimaru was eternally slow to anger. Always calculating before waiting to strike.

"What makes you think I'm not?" Orochimaru asked in a voice that was as soft as a leaf falling to the dirt. "Sasuke, you know me. I repeat, you need to give me everything...or I won't train you anymore."

Sasuke got that part, but he was still confused. Maybe exasperated was a better word. Craving control over the situation, he curled his fingers into a fist.

Hadn't he already given everything? His honor, his friends, and ultimately his past, present, and future?

As a last resort, he opted for insubordination

A muscle tensed in Sasuke's jaw. "You wouldn't dare."

For a moment, he was foolish enough to forget who he was talking to.

Suddenly, Orochimaru laughed. The sound scattered goosebumps over Sasuke's flesh. It reverberated hollowly and needlessly; a funeral bell tolling for the dead. He was aware that there would be no need for further argument for Sasuke had already lost the fight before he could even initiate a move.

"Your choice, Sasuke," Orochimaru reminded him.

His choice. As usual. It was always his choice in the end.

Sasuke wanted to learn more. Learn all Orochimaru could teach him. So, if he wanted to keep Orochimaru's attention, he had to use the right moves to please him.

Sasuke pondered what everything meant.

Everything...

A smirk on those pale lips, Sasuke watched Orochimaru come off the wall he had been leaning against.

On his guard, Sasuke watched as his slowly teacher circled him.

It slowly dawned on Sasuske that he was indeed in danger of losing everything.

Unsure yet determined all the same, Sasuke stood in his spot motionlessly as he let his eyes stray down to the floor with his hands apart just like had taught him. It was a pose of submission. He had come all this way, and his burning desire wasn't going to be extinguished so easily.

A cool gust of wind brushed against Sasuke when Orochimaru approached him. His heart pounded away in his chest. Sasuke too care not to look into his eyes. Snakes mesmerized their prey, and he would prefer to keep his will intact. If he could.

Something was different now. He could feel the atmosphere charge with tension-fueled electricity, and it built ever thicker as Orochimaru approached him until he was close enough to touch.

Deftly, Orochimaru tugged on Sasuke's shirt to expose his shoulder before he cupped his face.

With a gasp, Sasuke involuntarily flinched at the serpent's unexpected icy touch.

Morified at his reaction, he saw Orochimaru close his eyes while he shook his head in dissatisfaction. Sasuke's stomach dropped, and it was the last sensation he felt until his body meet the wall-hard-on the other side of the room.

Fortunately, he wasn't badly hurt. He knew that Orochimaru hadn't hit him that hard; he would never willingly endanger his prize. Reeling more from the shock than anything else, Sasuke grit his teeth, and and rubbed his aching forehead.

"Take notes, dear Sasuke. you may want to remember this for the future," said Orochimaru with amusement.

Why he would want to remember any of this?

The next thing he was aware of, Sasuke was on the unforgiving floor; pinned by the flexible serpent's body. It brought his questioning to a fierce end. Frantically, Sasuke attempted to buck Orochimaru off of him, but found that he was just too strong. Of course. Sasuke would only have the best teachers after all.

Almost tenderly, Orochimaru brushed his hair out of his eyes. But, Sasuke wouldn't be deceived. He already had a glimmer of what the snake was planning. Something that revolved around desire and possession. Lust lit his sensei's eyes, and they glowed like candle flames in the dark.

Sasuke's breath halted in his chest when he ripped the clothes off him. He wondered what had come over Orochimaru, but it was too to ponder it now. The path had been chosen. Another obstacle on Sasuke's lengthening path to hell.

He made no motion to fight him further. Instead, Sasuke threw his head back and closed his eyes. The only softness he felt was from his discarded clothes below him. The truth was that he couldn't get away, even if he wanted to.

His nude form shivered in the wan moonlight as Orochimaru inspected and explored his body in the same manner you would of a ripe piece of fruit. Sasuke could only wonder what he tasted like.

For a moment, thoughts of his friends flitted across Sasuke's mind. He wondered what Naruto was doing. Was he with Sakura?

No. Sasuke had vowed that he would never think about his former life. Ever. They were forbidden to him.

All Sasuke could do was hiss through his teeth when there was an invasion of a pain that was as precise and as swift as snake bite until it quickly faded and left behind only the venom.

Orochimaru chuckling was an obscenity in his ears. Sasuke did his best to shut it out. Unfortunately, life would not be that merciful.

The bastard left him there as Sasuke knew he would, and the boy bathed in the the indulgent heat of his rage. It flared hot and vivid before suddenly growing gray and cold; useless embers scattered on the stone.

Still, Sasuke knew that he had to move forward. He had already compromised his principles in the process of clawing towards a future of his hands and knees. However, now he was almost certain that he was becoming his own worst enemy.

Sasuke wanted to lie there on the floor forever where he belonged. He didn't even want to face his own reflection.

Because no matter how easy it was to blame Orochimaru for this night, he would always blame himself.