A/N: This chapter holds hints of sexual intercourse between a man and a woman. The naughty bits have been cut, but there is still very strong innuendo of violent sex (not rape). Be warned for nasty language as well. Oh, and as the chapters go on writing themselves, I've determined that this is definitely an Alternate Universe fic.
The Sound of Fear: Chapter 4
Orochimaru doesn't know what to think of his young protege sometimes. He can read him like a book on most any day but sometimes the boy escapes him. He doesn't understand how Sasuke can still think of Honor in Sound. He supposes the boy is stronger than he thought.
In many ways, Orochimaru knows he's over-indulging Sasuke, letting him have his own time, teaching him so much of the things he knows, from forbidden techniques to some of the unknown history of Konoha. Orochimaru tells himself it's because Sasuke's consciousness will still exist in his body, and it's best he knew how to fight like the Sannin, and best he knew the things that Orochimaru knows.
He knows it's a lie. Orochimaru knows how to detect lies, even in himself. He's mastered that art since he was a child of five. So then, Orochimaru thinks he may indulge Sasuke because he's reminded of himself when he watches him. That's closer to the truth, but still not quite enough.
In the end, it may be that Orochimaru wants to play with destiny. It may be that he wants Sasuke to keep the minute part of him that holds compassion. It may be Orochimaru wants him to keep that weakness.
Orochimaru sometimes thinks he doesn't have a strong enough hold on Sasuke. When the boy passes out in his arms, and he feels something foreign in him, something that almost feels like being trusted, Orochimaru smirks and puts him to bed. His hold on the boy is more than strong enough.
When Sasuke wakes the next morning, his head is pounding steadily with a headache, his hands have a fine shake to them that indicates the weakness still present in his body. He overdid the training last night, he recognises that feeling. Sitting up carefully, Sasuke blinks at his surroundings. The first thing that jumps to attention is a hairbrush, its handle the head of a snake. It's enough for Sasuke. This is not his room in Sound.
Instantly awake, he gathers himself up and scans the place. The richly decorated furniture and the multiple mirors around the room tell all. Orochimaru's quarters. A sudden flash of memory jolts Sasuke and he swallows silently past a dry throat remembering exactly what brought him here. He closes his eyes and focuses on trying to get the sick feeling in his stomach to leave. The memory is a smell. The smell of a grown man pissing himself in fear.
A few deep breaths and some vigorous biting of a bottom lip finally have the mask of indifference slip on, envelopping Sasuke in comforting coolness, slowing his heartrate, calming the headache. When he next looks up, Sasuke has himself under perfect control and the morning weakness is but a fleeting memory.
He stands and dresses, stopping the instinctive shiver as he thinks of Orochimaru undressing him in the first place. He briskly walks out of the room, through the hall of mirors and underground maze of tunnels that lead to the kitchen. Everyone is already gathered there. Ninjas of all ages and sizes are bickering, some fighting, others just sitting and looking dangerous. There's even some having decent-looking conversations. Sound is a depraved place, but it's also a place for lost souls and not every lost soul is rotten to the core. Bypassing the twins armwrestling, under the stretched limbs of a murderous-looking rock nin, Sasuke makes his way to the counter.
The large woman in front of the cooking pots is someone Sasuke has always been deeply disturbed by. The fat rolls off her muscles and face, making every curve she might've had a flabby and wriggling memory. When she moves, the rest of her flesh follows a second after, like an afterthought. She's huge. It's an advantage, in her case. No taijutsu user can beat her. Nothing can get past the fat to do some actual damage. For his first couple of nights after meeting her, Sasuke had nightmares about being crushed under her massive weight.
He vaguely grunts at her in greeting and she immediatey hands him a plate with the most sincere attempt at a smile. An unseen shudder goes through Sasuke's frame as he takes his meal without a word of thanks. He takes a bite slowly, tasting for poison in the meal. The woman's smile changes into a knowing smirk, as he'd known it would. Then a booming laugh echoes out of her throat and across the walls, getting the attention of all the nins in the kitchen.
"Ah, Sasuke-sama. You know I wouldn't harm such a handsome man as you! You don't need to check for poison, luv." The tone is seductive and wants itself persuasive.
Sasuke simply replies, his voice at its usual freeze, "The day I stop, Mycah, is the day you will poison me."
The laughing, this time, comes from all parties in the dining room. Humor around Sound is always a little screwed up.
"Smart boy, too!" The mound of fat exclaims. Sasuke rolls his eyes and satisfied with his meal, goes to sit beside Tayuya in the back.
Her back straightens up and her eyes narrow silently. Sasuke gives back his own greeting in the form of a knowing smirk. They eat without a word, until Tayuya finishes. They have an understanding. Tayuya doesn't like him and he doesn't like her, but as a growing boy, Sasuke does find himself with some growing... needs. And Tayuya is always responsive to him.
He wonders why she only lets him fuck her. He's had girls throwing themselves at him for years now, it's only fair that he take advantage of some of the benefits. But he's not the most experienced and caring lover in the world. Tayuya could have anyone she wants. She's one of the strongest nins as well as one of the most striking beauties in Sound (although most certainly regarded as such against her will).
She's a feisty thing in bed, and he knows she enjoys the feeling of being controlled by a will stronger than her own. Yet Sasuke is mostly a selfish lover, and Tayuya is a just as selfish. It's a wonder they can fuck at all.
She watches him, taking in his tense frame, shadowed eyes and closed expression. She just sneers at him, "Got your ice shower today, Sasuke-sama?"
The insult brings a raised brow from Sasuke. "Someone hasn't had their fix." He finishes eating slower than usual, drawing more insults from the redhead who obviously wants him to be done now. One insult does make him wince internally though, something about castrating him with her teeth. Her mouth has been in too close proximity to that part of his anatomy for him to not react to that one. He puts his plate down when he's done, taking a second to let the meal settle. He then rises and goes to rinse his utensils and plate. Like the well-raised boy he is, he takes care that all of it is done properly.
Or maybe he wants Tayuya to wait, make her keep glaring at his back like she's trying to pierce his body with her gaze alone.
He doesn't say anything, just leaves and heads into the tunnels. Tayuya follows at a brisker pace, as if trying to force him to walk faster out of people's sight.
The second they find a secluded spot in the deserted area near the servants' quarters, she backs him into the nearest wall. They're the same height now. Tayuya was never a tall girl and Sasuke has grown a lot in just a few months. He is not in the mood to fool around and let her think she may have the upper hand. Not today. He knows she wants a fuck, and damn but he wants her right now. Wants her wrapped around him, desperate and begging for more. He knows she'll give in. She always does. She needs to be taken, a woman like her is too high a price, too beautiful and strong to give in to any less than that.
Oh and how she loves to be brought down from her might to be used... he can smell the need on her. The need to be taken ruthlessly. Sasuke lets himself enjoy the smell of her so close to him, thinking maybe the reason she lets only him fuck her isn't because she wants just him. It's because she smells honor on him. She feels he won't go too far. She certainly doesn't realise that he could decide to not stop when she asks.
When her lips come into contact with his, Sasuke draws his hand back, and though she sees the hit coming, she stays right where she is, waiting for the palm to strike her pale cheek. It does with a loud smack and her head snaps to the side, red hair covering half of her face when she brings herself back to look at him, heat in her gaze. Sasuke fists a hand in those beautiful crimson locks and crushes their mouths together. His tongue slips into her mouth, tasting alcohol, need and a breeze of lightning. He keeps a tight hold on her hair, not enough to really hurt, but enough to force her still. She moans into his mouth and submits to having her mouth taken.
Sasuke shifts their positions, pushing her up against the wall and holding her there with his kiss, with his hips slowly thrusting against her. He begins to fuck her mouth, tongue driving into her rhythmically. The girl mewls under the treatment, her fingers coming up to grasp needfully at Sasuke's shoulders. Then one hand slips lower, gripping tight to his hip under the shirt. She thrusts back against him, one leg wrapping up high around his waist. He breaks away from her and slaps her again, the other still untouched cheek, earning himself a low growly moan from her. "So eager..."
About an hour later, they're both breathing hard, collapsed on the floor of the public shower room of all things. Sasuke knows Tayuya couldn't move if her life depended on it right now. He ponders leaving her here to recover, but quickly decides against it. He lifts her to lean against the shower wall and covers her body as best he can with what's left of her clothes. When he moves to pick her up, he wincess at the sudden pain on his back. She must've scratched him from shoulder to waist again. Damn bothersome girl. He leans her head against his chest and kisses her hair. She would protest the action at any other time, but now just lets a content and subdued hum out of her throat.
Sasuke brings the redhead back to her quarters, setting her down on her bed. He removes all of the remaining clothing, leaving her bare as she was minutes before, then wipes a bit of blood from the corner of her mouth where she bit through her lip. Next, he wets a towel and carefully cleans the mess of semen between her legs and over her face. When he's done, she stops him from doing anything more for her with a few soft words, "You'll always be too good for this place, Sasuke." Her voice is a mere whisper, but Sasuke wants to tell her how wrong she is. He wants to say he deserves to be here, because it was his choice and he lost Konoha and everything in it voluntarily. He wants to say he deserves the consequences of his actions. But he doesn't. He just kisses her lips quickly and orders, "Rest, Tayuya."
It feels like atonement and it's cathartic in its sweetness. Sasuke won't ever admit that he feels sunlight and blue eyes on Tayuya.
TBC...
To Midnight Velvet - Sasuke will definitely continue to grow and in many different ways too. You just sit tight and read, luv. Several more surprises coming your way!