Clarity
Notes: Squee! Thank you very much-ly everyone for your generous reviews! Oddly enough a lot of you have requested this pairing from me…I have to admit even I, an advocate of Hinata crack pairings, that I was a bit nervous about touching this pairing, so I hope it turns out well.
Dedicated to: cabbitqueen, lone-wolf987, miko78, and for anyone else I might I missed 'sweat drop'
Title: Baroque (In the eyes of the Master)
Rating: M
Warning: A lot of OOC-ness. Sexual themes, language, a bit of masochism/sadism and voyeurism also if you don't like the pairing don't read it just to flame me!
Pairing: Orochimaru/Hinata and one-sided Sasuke-Hinata
Theme: Release of the Evils (theme borrowed from 30 Nights)
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He had an eye for detail.
For example, her hair was soft, silken actually. The smooth strands of black could easily filter through his fingers. When in sunlight her hair looked violet in color, but here in the darkness it looked like spilled ink.
An almost inaudible purr came from the young woman, head tilted leaving an oh so pale and delicious looking neckline exposed, the smooth skin already dotted with tiny nibble marks.
With a smirk curled on his lips Orochimaru bent forward, a long pink forked tongue casually flicked over a right earlobe, invoking a shocked gasp from the girl.
Skimming teeth along the shell of her ear, shivers of pleasure rippling down her frame, ending at the base of her spine, right where his hand pressed against bare flesh covered with only a thin cotton yukata.
The violet binds holding the cloth close to her small yet pleasing frame loosened until the cloth fell away, leaving her utterly bare before his amber gaze.
It was always the good and saintly girls who were the first to fall sway to powerful men.
A hand curled around a bared breast, a thumb flicking a pert and erect nipple. Another gasp turned moan came from her. The moan became louder as fingernails dug into her oh so virgin white skin, leaving red angry welts.
Good girls fail because their clumsy fathers abandon them to the wayside. Never knowing what treasures their wives, nature, and some higher power had allotted, had blessed them with. Fathers were such cruel unforgiving creatures, or so he said, whispering sweetly into a attentive ear.
The nail marks raked down flesh as the girl arched and moan, pleasure and pain were interchangeable after all. The marks of red contrasted her skin, yet blended in well with the binds of silk ribbons he fitted around her wrists.
With just the slightest pull or tug and she would come. This broken little pet would get down on her knees and crawl to him if only he, Orochimaru-sama, commanded it of her.
Shame, shame. Once so proud and stubborn but now lacking in self-respect to the point of it being beautifully pathetic.
Coal-colored eyelashes fluttered, brushing against his cold cheek like the pitter-patter of butterfly feet, dolling out lip-less kisses as the girl- obedient to a fault- straddled her master's lap while onyx eyes drank in the sight.
And good boys are never good to begin with. They are just waiting for the right opportunity to be corrupted and twisted.
Like his despised sensei…Sasuke had a keen eye for detail.
As of the moment he could see with glaring lucidity Hinata's nude form as her shapely hips rolled and bucked forward, her sublime firm ass clearly visible.
He loved the way her pale back arched at an awkward angle as Orochimaru thrust his hips forward, his member intruding into her soft intimate folds.
How her head tilted back, indigo hair spilling, close to touching the floor as the girl was bent over backward. And how tightly the silken binds turned her pale wrists red, purple, and blue due to lack of circulation.
Or how…Orochimaru would sometimes turn her so that Hinata was gazing right at him. Her milky "pure" white eyes looking at him and only him even as she panted and writhed underneath their "master's" touch.
A dark chuckle arose from Orochimaru as he fondled Hinata between her legs, right where they were carnally joined.
Taking out a finger he proudly displayed the arouse slick juices of the female.
"Jealous…Sasuke-kun?" he asked in a mocking tone before swirling his tongue over the finger to lick up the moisture.
Grounding his teeth while remaining hidden, Sasuke had to bite down the overwhelming urge to tell the old man to fuck himself and leave Hinata there for himself and only for him.
Rather he stayed in his hiding place, taking great and painful shame as to how hard he had become by watching something so sick and despicable.
Shouldn't he have more self-control than this? Isn't that why he came to Orochimaru to become stronger and gain more control over his emotions rather than feelings ruling him?
A rapturous cry, a plea for release from the Hyuuga woman, was all it took to cause his so called 'self-control' to snap cleanly in two.
Roughly grasping her hips Orochimaru grunted as one final thrust into the soft and supple body straddling his waist finally led to a long awaited climax.
A soft sigh escaped Hinata as she sank against the lean pale chest of her master, fingers reaching up to lightly touch and tweak male nipples. Purring in contentment, sedate after sex, his golden silted eyes looked to Sasuke, who gave a angry glare in response.
But despite the glowering the boy could not hide the obvious tent inside the front of his dark pants.
Another chuckle escaped Orochimaru.
Sasuke would stick around a few more years, if he truly desired power…and now with the added incentive of a beautiful woman who was broken past the point of caring who bedded her, so long as her master had her first, then Sasuke would have all he would ever need here in Oto.
As for Hinata…well she would have all she would ever need as well.
No one would dare to call her weak ever again since he would personally take interest in her teaching the little Hyuuga all she would ever need to know.
And with men to pleasure, Hinata would never be without company or pseudo-affection.
And who knows…perhaps Sasuke might love her…in his own morbid-fatalistic way.
No correction, Sasuke 'could' love her, that is if Orochimaru ever felt inclined to discard his precious new toy.
Good girls and good boys…are still susceptible to a tempting apple and a soothsaying serpent.
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Notes:…eh I feel kind of embarrassed by this piece. Again I had to tip-toe around the subject since I didn't want it to be grossly sexual, but I wanted to go into just enough detail to fit the mood of the piece and depending on the feedback I receive I might type a companion portion later. Anyway thanks for reading!