Orochimaru's eyes widened. That voice…he knew who that was!
"And if you scream, I'll kill you," Itachi hissed, and slowly withdrew his hand from Orochimaru's mouth. His now-free hand moved down to Orochimaru's bound hands and carefully turned him around, looping the trap wire around the chair sitting under the desk. Itachi wrapped the trap wire around Orochimaru's wrists once more, and then around the chair's back twice. He tied a double knot and stepped back, Sharingan eyes flickering over Orochimaru's still form.
"You're simply beautiful," he whispered. "How could I even consider hurting you?"
Orochimaru's heart was pounding. He had no idea what Itachi was planning on doing to him at this point, and frankly, he wasn't very enthusiastic about finding out. But even so, curiosity got the better of him, and he asked slowly, "What are you going to do to me?"
Itachi smiled and stepped closer to Orochimaru again, pressing his body into Orochimaru's. "I'm getting what I want again," he murmured, teasing his lips against the other's. Orochimaru shivered and slipped back, away from Itachi.
"Please…if you can't even respect me enough not to touch me…just kill me. I'd rather lose my life than my sanity because of you…I'm sorry, just…just don't do this to me…"
Itachi glared. "You are completely mine," he snarled. "Get used to it." Orochimaru gave a slight whimper and shrank back.
"I…"
His single attempt at fighting off Itachi hung between them like a suspended brick, and finally it fell with a crash. Itachi spoke, and when he did, it was nothing Orochimaru wanted to hear.
"You are going to listen to me, you are going to obey me, and that is going to be that. Are. We. Clear."
Orochimaru accepted defeat at last and slowly nodded, letting his head fall a bit once he was done submitting to Itachi. The Uchiha smirked and untied Orochimaru's hands, then turned him around with a firm hand on his shoulder. Orochimaru was trembling at this point: his shaking was apparent to Itachi, who could feel the sannin's shoulders shaking violently under his authoritative hand.
"Well, now, all you need to do is hold still and keep your mouth shut and you're home free," Itachi said, and Orochimaru could practically hear the smile in his voice. He tried to keep his body relaxed and submissive, trying to avoid imminent abuse. He flinched as he was forced face-forward over the desk, and made to lean on his elbows for support. Orochimaru's dark hair fell over his shoulders in loops and pieces, and he allowed a small gasp to escape his throat. Itachi's hands were on the sash at his waist, untying it and letting it drop carelessly to the floor. He yanked off the kimono Orochimaru was wearing, casting at aside and pulling down his boxers. Orochimaru's smooth, supple backside was revealed in a flash, and a pink flush rose to his cheeks. Itachi smirked upon seeing this and yanked the tie from Orochimaru's hair, letting it fall completely onto his shoulders. Orochimaru shivered as a cool hand ran over his naked backside in a gentle, deceptive caress, and shuddered again as he heard the whisper:
"My love, even those I love must be punished. Just keep that in mind next time you decide to disobey me." Orochimaru whimpered and braced himself, knowing fully what was to come.
The first blow shattered the air like a thunderclap.
Orochimaru gasped as Itachi's palm made contact with his rump, jumping at the contact like a startled deer. Itachi's strikes came fast and hard, and every blow was accented by the whimper, whine, or yelp from Orochimaru. Itachi seemed to enjoy this thoroughly, and his blows suddenly fell harder on the abused flesh. By the time he was done, a full twenty-five strikes had been laid, and Orochimaru was on the verge of tears.
"Now, was that really so difficult to accept?" Itachi purred, leaning forward over Orochimaru's back. One hand stroked the sannin's ebony hair; the other ran down his stomach. "Well, even if it was, you never disobey your master. It simply doesn't happen."
Orochimaru had no response.
Itachi smirked with victory, placing a soft kiss on Orochimaru's slender neck. "Someone's feeling a bit more remorseful now, hm?"
"Definitely."
Orochimaru's head snapped to the side at this new voice, seeking out the source. The source was a silver-haired ninja in his teens, standing in the doorway of Orochimaru's bedroom. Orochimaru's inhale was quicker than he intended, and he almost choked on his own breath. Itachi's face twisted into a scowl, and he seized Orochimaru's still-bound wrists. The Uchiha threw Orochimaru to his knees, holding his slender wrists above his head. Orochimaru flinched at the rough treatment, and a small mewl of pain came up from his throat. Itachi kicked Orochimaru firmly in the sides.
"Do you see what you're serving?" he sneered, the comment directed at Kabuto. "He's a worthless-piece-of-shit!" Every word was punctuated by a kick from Itachi, and the resulting yelp, whine, or whimper from Orochimaru. Kabuto's expressions were constantly shifting, but nothing else moved.
"You honestly think I'll spare him, too? Unless you're sick of him, too?"
Kabuto still did not move.
Itachi smiled and threw Orochimaru forward onto his chest, kicking him in the back. "Well, then, I'll just be going now-"
"Don't-touch-my-sensei."
Itachi glanced up at the sudden response from Kabuto, who suddenly looked furious. Blue chakra glowed around his hands, which were suddenly in Itachi's face, and his movements were suddenly full of passion and power. Itachi moved swiftly, dodging each of Kabuto's blows, and leaned over as he ran to snatch Orochimaru's hands in his own and drag him up with the force of his momentum.
"No!"
Orochimaru yanked against Itachi's hold, setting all his weight against the Uchiha's force. Itachi stopped short, glaring at Orochimaru.
"Maybe you forgot who you were talking to," he sneered. "This is the person who fucked you so hard you passed out, and then again every other time you saw me. This is the person who almost killed you, had you not tried to run like a scared little girl. This is the person-"
"Itachi, I'm well aware of who you are."
Itachi smirked. "Then you're going to obey me," he sneered, and aimed a sudden punch to Orochimaru's stomach. Orochimaru doubled over in pain upon the impact, coughing out blood and struggling just to stay on his feet. His struggles were in vain, however, and Itachi only proceeded to beat him harder. Orochimaru fell to the floor and began soundlessly taking the blows, unable to even move.
Itachi's fist hit a new surface.
Kabuto had leapt to his master's defense at last, holding Itachi's hand in one of his glowing blue ones. "I told you not to touch my sensei," he snarled, shoving chakra into Itachi's hand. The tendons and muscles immediately severed: Itachi cried out in pain, yanking his hand away.
"You little shit!" he screamed, striking out at Kabuto with his other hand. Kabuto swatted at Itachi's wrist, but missed. Itachi continued trying to land a blow on Kabuto, but a minor fistfight wasn't quite in the agenda. Finally, Itachi landed a square blow to Kabuto's forehead, and the genin fell back to land right next to Orochimaru. He swept the trembling sannin into his arms and bolted, acutely aware of the pain in his head. He used his chakra to heal himself, and draped the earlier-discarded kimono over Orochimaru's body.
"You're going to be okay," he assured him as they ran. But in truth, Kabuto's heart was pounding with nervousness: would Orochimaru be able to come back from this? Would Itachi catch them? What would happen if and when he did? Kabuto shook it off and out of his mind-he couldn't afford to let himself be distracted.
"Too late!"
The next thing he knew, Orochimaru was flat on his face.
OOOOOOOOO
Orochimaru awoke to…darkness.
To his frustration, a blindfold had been pulled down over his eyes, and his hands were bound and suspended above his head. Orochimaru felt the chill of cold air on his naked body and shuddered. What else were they planning on doing to him?
Orochimaru shivered again. He could hear two voices approaching; one he recognized as Itachi's; the other he thought was Kisame's. The door slammed open and closed, and, sure enough, the two Akatsuki he had mentally named stood in front of him.
Kisame was the first to speak. "Well, Itachi, looks like you got him back good."
Itachi nodded. "And he's mine," he said shortly. "Just keep that in mind."
Kisame smirked. "Of course, of course," he said. "But, I must ask-can I give him a try?"
Itachi seemed to turn this over in his mind for a moment, then smiled and nodded. "Why not?" he said slowly. "You'll probably do even better than me."
Kisame smirked evilly and stepped closer to Orochimaru, one hand balling into a fist. "With pleasure."
And so it began. Orochimaru's tortured screams were brought to the surface by whip lashes, burn marks, and searing pain throughout his entire body, torn in half from the bottom up. Even if he had gone through it all before, it never got easier to bear, and it never got any easier to live with the shame. Blood streamed from everywhere on Orochimaru's abused body: his screams still echoed long after he had lost his voice, and the torturous lament he called was never heard…nor acknowledged. And what stung Orochimaru the most was that the person he loved most wasn't there to save him.
OOOOOOOOO
Orochimaru was finally left alone.
He was naked, shivering, and crying bitterly from sheer pain, but he was finally alone. The relief of being alone was never greater, but the feeling hardly lasted long. Soon, the relief was filled with an empty longing, one that Orochimaru knew was not so easily filled. One last, small sob came from Orochimaru's throat, choked and strangled from screaming. But still, Orochimaru's tears continued to fall, despite his silence, and the pain was never worse. Itachi had worn him down physically until Orochimaru was in pain just to take a breath, and then put him into Tsukiyomi. There, Orochimaru had been stabbed with a sword for twenty-four hours, then tied down and beaten for another twenty-four. For the last day, Itachi took to satisfying his physical pleasures, and Orochimaru passed out the second he was released. He was brutally awoken by cold water hitting his face, and then beaten and tortured even more until he passed out again. Apparently, Itachi couldn't shake him out of it, so he was left to rot. The blindfold had been cut off to allow Itachi to bring Orochimaru into Tsukiyomi, but it was never replaced. Orochimaru came to shortly afterwards, and was relieved beyond belief to find himself alone.
And the cycle began again.
Orochimaru sighed with anxiety. He felt betrayed, even though he knew it wasn't Kabuto's fault. No one could kill Itachi now, let alone put up a good fight!
The door opened again.
Orochimaru subconsciously slid back a few feet, shivering at the cold chains wrapped around his body. The underground torture chambers were freezing, and the chains never did warm up to Orochimaru's body heat. They really were going to kill him at this rate!
Itachi stepped in and knelt next to Orochimaru.
"What do you want?" Orochimaru whispered, shivering from cold and fear. Itachi gave no reply for a moment: his eyes travelled down Orochimaru's bruised, cut, burned, beaten body, and one would think the way he lingered, it was not he that had put any such mark on Orochimaru. When his answer came, Orochimaru's heart skipped a beat.
"I want to get you out of here."
Orochimaru could feel numb tears spilling over, and he violently shook his head, shifting backwards even more. "Don't do this to me!" he cried, trying to back away from Itachi. "Th-this is all a sick joke, isn't it? Don't do it, please, please, don't-!"
"Orochimaru-sama, calm down!"
All of a sudden, it wasn't Itachi that knelt before him. All of a sudden, long black hair changed to silver. All of a sudden, piercing Sharingan eyes changed to black.
And all of a sudden, Orochimaru's life was complete.
A/N: Midterms… .