Orochimaru was quiet.

That was the first thing Kisame noticed about him. He had also noticed that Orochimaru had a tendency to avoid Itachi whenever possible. Understandable, given Itachi's track record. Orochimaru also tried to be near Kisame whenever Itachi was around. Ever since Kisame had first stood up for Orochimaru three days ago, Orochimaru had taken to him. Orochimaru had come to possess a deep hatred for Itachi and what he had done to him, and seemed to make that abundantly clear to Itachi. Disgusted glares and blatant moves towards Kisame only fueled the fire which Itachi had set burning, and the Uchiha was close to boiling point. And, with Kisame going out on a mission the next day, Orochimaru was well aware he was in trouble.

And trouble just seemed to come sniffing him out.

Kisame was forced to leave early, on Pein's orders. Itachi was clearly smirking as the shark-man left, and the second the door closed, Orochimaru split for the bathroom. Itachi caught him by the upper arm, though, and Orochimaru felt his heart drop to his stomach. He shrank back with a small whimper, trying to fight down the desire to collapse to his knees and beg. He was trying to be better than that, but fear seemed to override all of his senses. Itachi kicked the door shut, and Orochimaru could hear multiple locks sliding into place. "Wouldn't want to be disturbed, now, would we?" he purred, sliding closer to Orochimaru. One hand slipped treacherously low into the small of Orochimaru's back, but the other kept his arm in a vice-like grip. Orochimaru tried feebly to push Itachi away, but to no avail. Itachi's grip didn't relent in the slightest. In fact, it might have even grown stronger. Itachi let out a hiss of warning, but that was all Orochimaru got before he was brutally shoved into the wall. "I'm done playing around, my beauty," he whispered, forcing his hand lower, to cup Orochimaru's ass in his hand. "I am so tired of you defying me, time and again…I think it's time I taught you some manners." Orochimaru let a small, trembling whimper escape his throat, and wrenched sideways against Itachi's grip. Fear blossomed in the snake's dark eyes, and he shrank back as far as he could from Itachi. Itachi, however, did not even seem to notice Orochimaru's attempts to break free, and instead leaned forward, Taking Orochimaru's mouth in a sweet, almost gentle kiss. Orochimaru was surprised at Itachi's lack of animosity, but knew to be on his guard. Itachi was as unpredictable as a tornado, and even more deadly and destructive.

Itachi caught Orochimaru's next whimper in an even deeper kiss, letting a low moan escape his throat. Orochimaru tasted bitter-sweet, like dark chocolate. On the surface, it tasted as bitter as anything. But, beneath that, he was so sweet, and tasted like emotion itself. Itachi was addicted to Orochimaru's sheer essence, he swore. He could almost physically feel Orochimaru's fear, creeping up and over his body, spreading like a virus and taking over Itachi's mind like poison…! Oh, sweet fury…

Itachi broke away from Orochimaru at last, heaving in a breath and then diving back in and seeking more of the deep, fulfilling pleasure Orochimaru had to offer. Sweet, sin-dark eyes closed, and hands began to roam. Itachi pinned Orochimaru to the wall using his own hips, and only then did Orochimaru try to fight back. But, by then, it was too late. Itachi had Orochimaru firmly in his grasp, and there was no way out. Even a snake, notorious for being able to escape anywhere, couldn't possibly hope to get away from Itachi.

Orochimaru felt Itachi's hands drop to his thighs, and then circle around to the insides, sliding up between his legs. Orochimaru whimpered a protest, trying to push Itachi away, but barely succeeded in doing more than irritating the man. Itachi angrily parted the thin kimono Orochimaru wore, shoving his hand sin and completely taking over.

And such as it went, every single time. Itachi ripped the kimono from Orochimaru's pale, skinny body, casting it aside and barely breaking the kiss. Orochimaru was fighting like there was no tomorrow at this point, but little more than a firm slap to his ass corrected that. Orochimaru whimpered, but quieted under Itachi's hands, seemingly defeated. Itachi spun him around, pressing the destroyed sannin against the wall and running one hand down, over Orochimaru's smooth ass. His fingers slipped into the crease, and Orochimaru found himself fighting down tears. Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it, please, don't do it!!

Too late.

It seemed Orochimaru's mental prayers were ignored as Itachi brutally shoved two fingers up his entrance, not bothering to even accustom his love slave to being penetrated so violently. Orochimaru couldn't help but scream: in pain, in betrayal, in terror, in fear, who knew? Or maybe it was all of these emotions simply colliding. Orochimaru let out a broken sob, gasping in surprise as Itachi's other hand came up to cover his mouth.

"What have I told you, countless times, about keeping your mouth shut?!" the Uchiha hissed. Orochimaru lost control of himself at that point: tears boiled over, streaming down his face and dripping down onto Itachi's hand. Itachi didn't even seem to notice, shoving another finger up into Orochimaru. A muffled scream of agony tore from Orochimaru's throat, caught by Itachi's hand. Orochimaru twisted himself desperately in Itachi's hands, searching for any way he could get out of Itachi's torturous grasp. Unfortunately, there was none. Itachi began to draw his fingers in and out of Orochimaru, at least taking the time to get him used to the feeling. Orochimaru could feel something beginning to lubricate Itachi's fingers, and realized he was bleeding. He hardly cared, though: it had happened so many times that Orochimaru could swear he was developing an immunity of sorts to bleeding as badly as he normally would have. Or maybe he just didn't feel it anymore.

"Keep quiet, now," Itachi purred, and Orochimaru felt his hand slipping mercifully away from his mouth. He took in a deep breath, trying to prepare himself for Itachi's entrance. Itachi continued finger-fucking Orochimaru as he undressed himself with his other hand, clearly doing so as quickly as possible. He didn't even bother with his shirt: he simply dropped the Akatsuki cloak, kicked off his pants, and stepped forward again. He removed his fingers from Orochimaru, winding his clean hand around Orochimaru's waist, drawing him closer. "Come here, you little whore," Itachi hissed, pulling Orochimaru back-and directly onto his erection. Orochimaru bit down a scream, instead only allowing himself a choked sob. Itachi seemed satisfied, and remained still with Orochimaru for a moment. Orochimaru took several deep, heaving breaths, trying to calm himself. Orochimaru could hardly keep from turning and attacking Itachi, but he knew it would do no good. Itachi already had him in his grasp; trying to escape would only bring him punishment. He tried to hold still and accept Itachi's desires, but nothing built his hatred for this man more than the very act that he was committing.

Itachi moved.

Orochimaru bit back another scream of pain, but at Itachi's next thrust, he couldn't hold back. Orochimaru screamed, and couldn't control himself anymore. He vaguely registered Itachi screaming at him, and an impact on the back of his neck, but everything went fuzzy after that. Orochimaru could hardly feel his own body, numbed by the trauma of what he was going through. I loved you…I loved you, and look what you're doing to me! I would have gladly given you everything…but then you took it. You hurt me, Itachi, more so than I could ever forgive. Itachi, I'm so sorry…but I'll always hate you. And I will never, ever forgive you.

OOOOOOOOO

It had taken Orochimaru a while to actually lose consciousness, but he didn't need to be conscious to know that Itachi had taken some sick advantage of him even after he had lost it. He could hardly move from pain when he woke up; Orochimaru wasn't even sure how long he'd been out. Looking at the clock gave him no idea: it only said five minutes after he had passed out. It could be an entire day later, it could be twelve hours later, it could be whole days later…! Orochimaru slowly pushed himself to his feet, trying to maintain his shaky balance. He was so dizzy…why…? Orochimaru clutched at his stomach, staggering into the kitchen and grabbing the nearest glass, which, by some strange chance, was clean. No one had touched it, let alone drank from it! Orochimaru got himself a glass of water from the tap, gulping it down almost all at once. He paused, gasping and leaning on the sink, already feeling the strength beginning to return to his body. The nausea was fading. Orochimaru sank to the floor, letting the glass fall into the sink. He simply sat for a moment, panting in the stress of moving. After a moment, however, he willed himself to get up and move. He managed to walk over to the closet and find some cookies, which he didn't even bother to stop to chew. He needed something high-energy, and needed it fast! He swallowed the cookies whole, and then replaced them in the closet. There was no telling where anyone was: the entire apartment looked completely empty, although it was broad daylight. Orochimaru realized that he needed something like five days of nutrition in one day, and also that that was physically impossible to obtain. But he needed to get the essentials first. Carbohydrates, for energy…protein, to maintain muscle mass…calcium, so his bones wouldn't break with Itachi's constant harsh treatment. Iron, most vitamins he needed right away…Orochimaru sighed with defeat. Well, the thing he would need most was protein, and the carbohydrates. So, go for whatever rice he could find, put some vegetables and meat on it, and eat. Orochimaru couldn't afford to waste time: the more time he did waste, the more likely it was that Itachi would come back. Orochimaru hurriedly dug through the fridge, coming up with some sliced ham a load of bread, and some cheese. Well, it would do. He put together a sandwich and ate as he cleaned up, trying to cover his tracks. Orochimaru then began looking around, searching for Itachi or Kisame. Surprisingly, neither of the missing-nin were there! Orochimaru was shocked: Itachi had left no one to babysit him? As Orochimaru looked around the apartment more, though, he was beginning to think it was true. Not even a note, no nothing! Orochimaru sat down on the couch, put his feet up, and continued eating his sandwich. Nothing like disobeying the rules without punishment. He finished eating and went right back to the fridge, taking out a bottle of Gatorade and picking up his kimono from the floor. Orochimaru wrapped the thin garment around himself, tying the sash with a double knot in the back and unscrewing the cap on the bottle of sports drink. Orochimaru took a few gulps, but otherwise tried to take it slow. Let's see…vitamin C would kill him quick if he didn't get it. Peaches? Bananas? Oranges? Oh, Itachi had to have fruit around here somewhere! Ah, there it was…in the basket on the table. Orochimaru grabbed an orange for himself, and immediately began scarfing down the fruit. Orochimaru could feel his strength returning, and knew that he needed to do something-quickly, before Itachi came back! Orochimaru finished the orange, threw away the peel, and began looking around for paper and a pen. He found both on the desk in Itachi's room, and Orochimaru grabbed one of each. He bent down over the desk, scribbling a quick good-bye. He was escaping, and it was Itachi's arrogance that was allowing it. Not that Orochimaru was saying that: it might actually encourage Itachi to use that lovely lump of mush between his ears called a brain.

Itachi-

Dearest, how could you do this to me? I loved you, gave you everything, and never protested, even when you beat me senseless and left me with bruises. I never told anyone…ever. I hid them as best I could, and always came back to you. I thought that maybe you were just upset that day, or you were on some new medication, or this, or that. I made up all sorts of excuses for you, even blaming myself. But I'm sorry-it got to a point where I couldn't make an excuse for you anymore. Rape is unforgivable, Itachi, and I'll never be able to forgive you for committing this against me. I truly loved you, Itachi, I really did-but you don't deserve me. I don't deserve your harsh treatment, your enslavement! This is out of the question. I'm leaving you, Itachi. Don't ever expect me to come back.

Your dearly beloved-or used to be-

Orochimaru

Orochimaru left through the window, and took off for Oto with nothing but the clothes on his back and a small backpack with food and water in it. He was not planning on ever seeing Itachi's face again, not even to say good-bye. The letter folded neatly on his pillow and addressed to him in Orochimaru's neat, curving handwriting was enough of a goodbye. It was stained with Orochimaru's blood and tears, and he would not give another drop of either to Itachi. Orochimaru dropped down out of the window, stealing across the open field before reaching the cover of the forest.

Orochimaru slipped into the blessed cover of the trees, concealed by shadows and trees alike, never to see Itachi again.

I am not afraid to keep on living;

I am not afraid to walk this world alone!

Honey, if you stay, I'll be forgiving-

Nothing you can say can stop me from going home…

A/N: E-mo…and smut. I left nothing out, expect maybe some action. But no one cares about that right? : ) Just kidding. Review, please!! Lyrics are the chorus from Famous Last Words by My Chemical Romance.