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"You are simply not fast enough yet, Sasuke-kun~" Orochimaru calls out as Sasuke works through a series of challenges the Sannin has laid out for him, obstacles and battles he has to complete within a time limit, ever faster and more difficult.
This has been going on for two years, and the training only gets more difficult -- at Sasuke's demand. He needs to get stronger if he's to have any hope at killing Itachi, so he'll work himself to near-exhaustion to do so. Still...
Angry. Sasuke grits his teeth. He is so angry, so frustrated -- and, annoyingly, in more ways than just because he can't immediately get stronger and faster . It turns out that focusing on only training from before dawn until nightfall is not exactly healthy and puts some strain on your body and mind. Sasuke is tired, too, but not letting himself feel it, because then he can't train. But that means everything gets pent up and he needs some form of release. But what can he possibly do but train more and more? Ever of a one-track mind, he can't not make himself refocus on something to help him relax.
So he's getting angry at every little thing, so much so that when Orochimaru hisses that he isn't fast enough? Sasuke charges at him.
"If I'm not fast enough we need to train more!" he shoots back as he attacks, ignoring the rest of the course entirely. "We'll train during the night if necessary!" He jumps back before preparing to attack again, a feint to try to fool the Sannin. "You need to teach me!" That was his purpose here, after all.
But, of course, Orochimaru's right. Sasuke isn't fast enough, and Orochimaru dodges his attack, jumping to the side and then again to the other side when Sasuke follows him, attempting to attack again.
"You're too impatient..." he says, scolding Sasuke once again. Orochimaru lands on his feet, and Sasuke lands a few meters from him, breathing hard. "I am teaching you. Not only have I been training you every morning before the sun rises until past dusk, but I have also given you my gift of the Cursed Seal of Heaven--" Sasuke scowls. "--my mark, which makes you mine."
Sasuke narrows his eyes. "I don't belong to anyone."
Orochimaru shakes his head. "You admit it yourself, Sasuke-kun. You need my help. You're too inexperienced to do this on your own..."
Sasuke frowns. “Then give me more experience,” comes Sasuke’s retort.
Orochimaru’s head tilts then, and there's a look on his face, a slight smile on his lips.
Sasuke’s eyes narrow. Orochimaru is up to something. But–what? That’s when Sasuke senses the use of chakra, but before he can figure out what Orochimaru has planned, the Sannin lifts his arms and a snake shoots out of each sleeve. Sasuke jumps back, avoiding the attack –
That is, of course, until he realizes that he’s jumped right into Orochimaru’s trap. Because behind him. Orochimaru has summoned two large, but thankfully not gigantic, snakes. They lunge at him, but Sasuke is not prepared for them to go for his legs.
Giving a strangled shout, Sasuke nearly loses his balance as the snakes coil around each leg, encircling them and, then, as Sasuke’s about to swing at the one on his right with his sword, he watches as they harmlessly slither up his body. Brows knitting together, Sasuke pauses in his confusion – but then it’s too late to stop them as they continue to slither upwards, releasing his legs to coil around his arms, stiffening and spreading his arms apart with the raw muscle that comprises the snakes’ bodies. The snake around his right arm squeezes, and Sasuke’s sword falls to the ground.
Sasuke manages to take one very large step back before he’s caught again, the snakes that Orochimaru sent from his sleeves wrapping around his legs, spreading them apart.
Sasuke struggles, feeling very warm, heart rate understandably high, when one of the snakes, in the process of coiling around his leg, rubbing firmly against his crotch. There’s a surge of arousal, Sasuke’s cheeks flushing. He looks up, over at Orochimaru, who is taking very deliberate steps towards him. Sasuke really hopes Orochimaru didn’t notice that.
“More experience?” Orochimaru repeats thoughtfully. “Hmm… you must be patient, Sasuke-kun.”
Meanwhile, the snakes continue to coil, shifting against Sasuke’s body, even against a growing arousal between his legs. And Sasuke struggles violently, but he cannot free himself.
Orochimaru continues. “Shinobi do not become powerful enough to kill someone like Itachi in two years... It–” He stops, gaze drifting lower, and Sasuke looks down, seeing that he has grown visibly hard underneath his pants.
“Hmm…” Orochimaru says again. “Sasuke-kun, it seems you’re distracted~”
Sasuke struggles all the more. “I am not,” he says. “Let me go.”
As if in response, the snakes only squeeze him more tightly. “Ah, is this why you’ve been so stressed and angry lately, Sasuke-kun? You know, you can masturbate to rid yourself of these feelings…”
“I don’t need to masturbate,” Sasuke hisses, glaring at Orochimaru, who was moving closer. “I need to train. I need to get stronger.”
Orochimaru makes short clicking noise with his tongue. “But if you don’t find a release, you take it out on me.”
“Deal with it,” Sasuke growls.
Orochimaru shakes his head. “Sasuke-kun, as your sensei, it’s my job to help you. Especially in this time of need…”
Sasuke watches with wide eyes as Orochimaru reaches for him, hooks his fingers around the hem of his pants, and tugs them down, the snakes of course giving Orochimaru room to do so, as Sasuke’s hardened cock springs free. Orochimaru makes a low hum, and his tongue licks his lips.
“I’m not food,” Sasuke says.
Orochimaru chuckles. “No? But I am curious…” His tongue extends, trailing down toward Sasuke’s shaft.
“Don’t you dare,” Sasuke warns, voice shaking with anger.
But Orochimaru dares. The very tip of his tongue touches the head of Sasuke’s cock, licking from one side to the other. Sasuke’s hips buck immediately towards Orochimaru’s tongue, and Sasuke groans, hissing in a gasp. In response, Orochimaru swirls the tip of his tongue in a circle around the head. Over… and over… and over. Sasuke twists, groaning, until–
“Fuck, stop!” Sasuke shouts. “Stop messing with me!”
Orochimaru draws his tongue back, and Sasuke stills mostly, panting. His length is throbbing with arousal, and he’s aware of a craving for that touch of tongue again. He hates it, and glares angrily at his sensei.
“Messing with you?” Orochimaru asks. “I suppose we can get serious if you’d like~”
“No!” Sasuke shouts in a strangled sort of way. “I don’t want–”
He’s interrupted. “How about this…?” Orochimaru asks. “I’ll help you get your release, and then we can go back to your rigorous training routine. You’ll be much more relaxed after that.”
Before Sasuke can answer, Orochimaru reaches out, quickly, hand wrapping around Sasuke’s shaft. Sasuke lets out a soft grunt, trying to hold back the groan that threatens to leave him. “You’re so hard for me, Sasuke-kun,” he purrs. “I know you want this.”
“I don’t–” But when Orochimaru’s tongue slips back out again and replaces Orochimaru’s hands, wrapping around Sasuke and beginning to slide up and down his cock, Sasuke can only break off into a moan. It feels so good. But why does it have to be him?
“Ah, what was that?” Orochimaru teases, though his words are slightly muffled by the tongue being out.
Orochimaru begins to pick up the pace as he begins to both stroke Sasuke with the middle of his tongue and swirls the tip of his tongue along the head. So, of course, Sasuke can’t respond in anything but hips jerking back and forth, and he bites his lip to keep from moaning, so hard it begins to bleed. But he keeps his teeth clenched over his lower lip, determined not to moan again. Instead, he tries to glare at Orochimaru – but all he can manage is a desperate, lust-filled gaze.
“Mmmm,” Orochimaru says suddenly, and the tip of his tongue circles the very tip of Sasuke’s cock, and so Sasuke looks down, seeing Orochimaru lick up very last of the drops of precum. Sasuke’s eyes widen, his body trembling. Is he–is Orochimaru going to make him cum?
Sasuke releases his bleeding lip. “Why–” a moan punctuates his sentence, “why are doing this?”
“Because, Sasuke-kun,” Orochimaru says lowly. “You must cum for me.”
Sasuke’s eyes grew wider, and he groans, cock twitching as if in response as Orochimaru continues: “You have been so pent up lately, and it’s affecting your training. I need you in perfect shape, body and mind, to be who you need to be.”
Lips parting, Sasuke groans, “I’m not your pet.”
Orochimaru chuckles, his tongue beginning to move faster, flexing and tightening and squirming around Sasuke’s cock. “Sasuke-kun, come for your sensei.”
It’s too much, the tongue… it is so wet and warm, and it is strong, but with enough control over the muscles that the pressure is perfectly calculated. And Sasuke just… can’t help himself. His whole body shakes, and he begins to writhe, the pleasure coiling in his body like the snakes were coiled around him, and he moans, loudly, over and over again, until finally he comes, shouting Orochimaru’s name.
And Orochimaru?
Sasuke watches as Orochimaru licks up all the cum, bringing it to his mouth as that tongue disappears inside it.
“Fuck,” Sasuke hisses.
Orochimaru raises an eyebrow. “Fuck?” he repeats, then smirks. “Hmm. Yes, we’ll do that too. Let’s make it a part of your training; that way we’ll be sure to keep you from being so pent up like you have been.”
“No,” Sasuke says firmly. But… he feels excited at Orochimaru’s words, to his dismay. As if he actually wants this to happen again. Which he doesn’t. Does he?
“No?” Orochimaru repeats again, a smile on his face. “Then why are you still half-hard, Sasuke-kun?”
Sasuke follows Orochimaru’s gaze, looking down. His sensei is right. It’s as if he does want more. Even now, he can’t stop thinking about Orochimaru’s tongue, the way it felt, the way he wants to feel it again… Sasuke looks up, scowling. “There’s no reason,” he says harshly.
“Ah,” Orochimaru says, head tilting. “Then perhaps this will never happen again.” He smirks when he sees the disappointment on Sasuke’s face. “I thought so. I’ll see you tomorrow, Sasuke-kun. Rest up.”
With that, the snakes let go of Sasuke, who falls to the ground and pulls up his pants, and Orochimaru turns on his heels and walks out of the training room, leaving Sasuke to his thoughts, which remain fixated on Orochimaru, Orochimaru’s tongue, and….
How could he be so weak?!
Sasuke lets out a shout of frustration, at first grabbing his sword again and slashing up the nearest target, but then he sheaths his sword, makes quick hand signs, and fires off a chidori at a harmless target.
Waste.
But it helps. Sasuke breathes. In, out. In, out.
It felt so good, though.
Stupid. There’s no point in feeling good right now. You’re supposed to train to kill Itachi.
In, out. In, out.
It was… it is true though. He does feel less pent up now. Maybe… maybe this will help with training.
In, out. In, out.
Suddenly, Sasuke has an image of Orochimaru bending him over, thrusting in and out of him, and Sasuke’s cheeks flush. He shakes his head quickly. Maybe he’s still pent up.
He wipes his hand over his lip, and his hand comes back bloody. It’ll heal. Sasuke sighs. Then he takes a deep breath and shouts. “Orochimaru!”
In a flash, Orochimaru is there, smirking. “Yes, Sasuke-kun?”
“I want to train more.” Sasuke’s eyes narrow. “Normal training.”
Orochimaru chuckles, and he waves a hand. “Finish the course then, Sasuke.”
There’ll be time for other training later.