Sorry for this hiatus. I was busy with schoolwork and couldn't update the story. Anyhow, here's the new chapter

Despite his obvious lack of sexual desire, Orochimaru convinced Sasuke that sex was one of the mandatory experiences for any shinobi. A shinobi isn't a jutsu-machine (as much as Orochimaru wished some were), but a somewhat human being, easily torn apart by emotions and passions. Sasuke's pursuit of his brother was an example of just how important the emotional dimension of a ninja was – even if the object of his passion was a profound hatred of his sibling.

"A real shinobi must know himself completely. Both his limits and boundaries, his excesses and flaws, his qualities and virtues. Those are not just intellectual, but also physical in nature. Sex is physical and (at least to some) intellectual as well. To know yourself, you must know who you are as a ninja, as a soldier, as a brother, as a comrade, as a sexual partner." Orochimaru laughed as Sasuke's expression grew more anxious "Don't be stupid, don't act as a spoiled teenager. Think of it as an experiment, another type of training. One that might be useful to you in the future."

Those last few years, Orochimaru managed to push Sasuke in ways he never thought imaginable. He witnessed the madness of the sannin in every single one of his daily endeavors. For a minute, he was actually convinced Orochimaru was inclined to be the one to take his virginity. He felt like throwing up just by thinking about it.

"Now, the question is – who shall you do it with? I presume a prostitute won't be good enough for you. But then again, you were always so popular with women, I assume it won't be difficult for you to choose a proper partner. Of course, if women at all aren't your taste…" he smiled in a wicked way "I'm sure many men would be lining up as well."

"Anyway, I hope you'll be an experienced man by tomorrow. Just hurry up and get it over with. It's never that much of a big deal as some claim it to be."

Orochimaru left Sasuke alone with his toughts. He felt sick. And stupid. There he was, the most promising of the sannin's pupils, shaking at the thought of sexual contact. Those sort of stuff had always been a sensitive point with Sasuke- his basic stance was that they were troublesome and annoying, a nuisance for shinobi. Shinobi ought to be asexual, period.

However, Orochimaru was right. Sex was physical, as physical as taijutsu. Not to be in control of such things, to fear such emotions and desires –that was indeed a sign of weakness. Something he should overcome. And that he would do, he just need a … "suitable" partner.

There was a girl, one of Orochimaru's slaves. She was a petite brunette, with lilac eyes and wavy green hair. She had a sort of talent, something to do with animal mind-reading that could be helpful to spies. Was she pretty? Sasuke never really gave those sort of judgments much thought. People weren't supposed to be pretty, at least, shinobi weren't – they were supposed to be talented killers.

However, girls clearly didn't see him that way, not at first. He had caught her glancing at him several times during his training sessions. She was nice to him, and she didn't use to be. That was a sign of interest, no? Women were strange, both passive and active during so-called seduction. They would be meddling and annoying, yet, they would never really attempt anything, would they? After all, even a popular guy like him had never really been kissed by a girl. None had even tried.

The only kiss in his memory had been shared with Naruto, a disgusting experience that probably traumatized him even more.

So, should he kiss her? He knew the mechanics of the thing. Kissing, undressing, in and out. He wasn't sure whether or not he was supposed to orgasm. God, even the word made him shiver. It was all so disgusting.

He looked for the girl – Kyoko – and found her sitting by the waterfall. He sat next to her, greeting her in the same cold way. I mean, he didn't have to be nice, did he?

Of course, he didn't, since girls would be nervous and giggly either way, just like Kyoko was at that moment. He sighed. Breathing deep, he lifted his hand and cupped her chin, turning her head towards his. Then, he kissed her.

The poor girl. The emotion was too much.

One moment, he was "training", the other he had a fainted girl in his arms. He was angry. Why wouldn't she wake up? He needed her awake, how else was he suppose to fulfill his pseudo-mission with a corpse?! Those sort of fetishes were Orochimaru-depraved-territory he had no interest in exploring.

Finally, she woke up. He aimed for another kiss, but she stopped him.

"Why?"

"Because I need to."

The girl was so flattered by this honest answer, mistaking it for some painful love declaration, she kissed him right back. Obviously, he need to – he didn't want to, that's for sure. He almost jumped when her hand let go of his neck and started aiming for a lower region; shivers and chills erupted from his body, giving him the impression of illness, not pleasure. They undressed each other impatiently. Wet as she was, she didn't ask for any further stimulus, nor was Sasuke inclined to do so. He just wanted to enter that "cave" and get it over with. This burn he was feeling was strange and inadequate, he just wanted it to stop. He was feeling out of control, and not in a pleasant way. Rationally, he wanted to be aroused to fulfill his "mission"; physically, his lower region wasn't cooperating. The girl tried to help him, both with his hands and mouth, but Sasuke found that even more disgusting.

He was angry. He should be in control of his body in every way, yet he couldn't even get the fucking thing up. The girl seemed disappointed. That annoyed him even more. He was sure that some other girl, like Sakura, would never act as her.

Sakura…for the first time, he tried to visualize her naked. It did nothing for him. She was probably very pretty, but that was meaningless. He started remembering the last time he had seen her…her passion and suffering when she announced she'd be utterly alone without him, pandering to his ego and arrogance. The mixture of hate, love, passion, hurt and pain did the trick.

Finally, he entered the girl, with violence and brutality. Hanging on the emotions he tried to suffocate for so long, he closed his eyes and felt as if he dived in a world composed of feelings and sensations, all rough and dark, but with an energy and force of its own.

He achieved orgasm quickly, the first of his life, and was shaking when it was all over. He didn't hear the girl asking him to stop, she was in pain, or her fingernails digging his skin. He wasn't merciful – he knew exactly what he should do next.

He exited her body and cleaned himself. Then, while she was still lying naked on the floor, gasping for air, he stabbed her with a kunai.

He sat by the waterfall, admiring nature's beauty, feeling much more relaxed. It was done. He had no desire to do it again, but if he ever had to, he knew how.

Orochimaru appeared next to him, with an approving smile.

"There. That wasn't as hard, was it? And you always learn something about yourself."

Sasuke didn't reply, his eyes fixed on the water, his mind filled with the image of the pink-haired girl who came to haunt him in the most unexpected way possible.