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Sasuke was meant to be a vessel, empty and obedient. Yet he was nothing but that, at first.
It mattered not, for he only needed to get broken, to be stripped of everything that made him Sasuke.
Orochimaru started the process slowly. He forced him to train with little rest, so his mind would weaken and be less perceptive. He taught Sasuke new abilities and slowly but surely bound him to himself.
Slowly, sensually, Orochimaru licked his own lips with his long, serpentine tongue. He wanted Sasuke's body in more ways than just one, and the boy was old enough to understand what that meant. That made claiming him all the more difficult, but not impossible.
Orochimaru thought for a long time, considering how to approach this. Should he claim Sasuke violently, stripping him of his innocence in a loveless manner? That would only make him hate Orochimaru, though, which was counterproductive.
Slowly and sensually, then. With care and twisted love.
It started when Sasuke was asleep. It wasn't hard to drug him when Orochimaru was in control of all of his meals. It was months after Sasuke sought him to gain power, and he was no longer suspecting his meals to be drugged.
The boy was sleeping so soundly, and Orochimaru was ready to claim him. He craved that small body in so many ways. He wanted his body's power, but also his innocence. He longed to strip him of it, to mark him forever.
He was going to break him, but he was going to make Sasuke enjoy every bit of the process.
It wasn't hard to strip the boy in his sleep, not when the drug made his body weak and pliant.
Orochimaru let Kabuto prepare the drug carefully. Sasuke would not be able to move, but he'd be present enough in his body to feel the sensations.
Orochimaru was very skilled with his tongue, and he was about to put it to good use. When the boy was naked under him, he gently spread his milky thighs.
Sasuke whined from his sleep, but he was unable to move when that hot tongue circled his pussy and lapped at his clit. Soft moans were forced from his mouth when Orochimaru's long tongue finally entered his pussy.
Orochimaru thought Sasuke could no longer surprise him, but he was shocked when he heard his victim moan something from his restless sleep.
“Brother–” Sasuke moaned sensually.
Orochimaru groaned. Was that Sasuke's fantasy, or did his brother play with him like this? It was messed up, but it looked like his small, immature body was well used to these sensations. Orochimaru was enraged. He couldn't claim his innocence then, most likely. But in the grand scheme of things, it hardly mattered.
His plan was rather simple. Breaking Sasuke with pain would have been tedious, as he already endured so much of it. But to shatter him with sweet pleasure, to make him addicted to it? That was a great plan.
Orochimaru’s long tongue explored Sasuke's pussy, pushing deep inside. His tongue was long and big enough to press on all those sensitive spots, making Sasuke moan louder and whine from his sleep.
Orochimaru withdrew his tongue and licked and sucked on Sasuke's clit, while stimulating his g-spot with his fingers. It was a delicious mix of pleasure bordering on overstimulation. It was too much for that tiny body. Sasuke's whole body shook and spasmed as he came on those long, skilful fingers.
From his sleep, Sasuke moaned one name, and much to the man's distaste, it wasn't Orochimaru’s.
“Itachi,” Sasuke moaned all so sweetly.
Orochimaru wanted to be violent, wanted to claim the boy then and remind him who he belonged to. But he held back and readjusted Sasuke's clothes. He was done for the night. He would savour his prey fully on another night.
After all, breaking someone was a slow and deliberate process.
When Sasuke woke up, he noticed unusual wetness between his legs. A wet dream? He wasn't used to them, but it wouldn't be the first time he had one.
He paid his arousal no attention and got dressed to proceed with his regular training schedule. It was hard and tedious, but nothing he couldn't handle.
The whole day, he felt strange. He didn't remember his “dream”, but his body remembered the sinful pleasure and already started craving more.
Orochimaru noticed that he was acting strange, and obviously knew why, so he didn't comment on it.
When Sasuke went to bed, he didn't suspect any drug to be the reason why he fell asleep so fast.
Orochimaru was in his room as soon as he fell asleep, and repeated what he did last night. Sasuke tasted so sweet on his tongue, and Orochimaru forced his tongue as deep as he could inside Sasuke. He wanted to push deeper, explore his womb with his tongue, but it was impossible. So he had to be content with tasting Sasuke's sweet juices and making him cum again and again on his fingers and tongue.
The next day, Sasuke was even more distracted. It was hard for him to focus on training. He felt the wetness between his legs, and it didn't go away.
Sasuke was stubborn, and he'd never touch himself, making it easier for Orochimaru to bend and slowly break him.
Orochimaru instructed Kabuto to change the drug he gave to Sasuke in his food. He wanted the boy unable to move, but more aware; yet still convinced he was dreaming.
It happened after he had already been toying with Sasuke's body for weeks. If the boy was suspecting something, he didn't show it.
Orochimaru was ready to claim the boy fully, to fuck that sweet, tight pussy for the first time.
Just like many other nights, Orochimaru entered Sasuke's room and gazed upon his motionless perfection.
Orochimaru took his time preparing Sasuke for his cock. He didn't just fuck him mercilessly. No, he took his time. First, that long tongue lapped at Sasuke's pussy, giving his clit divine stimulation. When he could feel the boy get wet, Orochimaru inserted one, then two of his fingers and pressed them directly on his sweet spot.
Orochimaru learned what makes Sasuke writhe in pleasure, and had already become intimately acquainted with his body. But this time, before Sasuke could reach his peak, Orochimaru withdrew his fingers. A small hand grabbed his own. From his sleep, Sasuke tried to push Orochimaru's fingers back inside.
The man was pleased. His darkness was already poisoning Sasuke's body and mind. He only needed to achieve one more thing: to stop Sasuke from whining his damn brother's name over and over.
“Who do you belong to?” Orochimaru whispered in Sasuke's ear. He never attempted to talk to him in his delirious half-sleep.
“I belong to you, brother,” Sasuke whined from his near-unconscious state.
Orochimaru groaned in frustration. So someone already trained this small body, moulded it to his will. It mattered not; he'll rewrite the memories and rewire his brain.
Long, skilful fingers massaged Sasuke's clit.
“You belong to Orochimaru,” the man said quietly.
“I don’t–”
For someone mostly asleep, Sasuke was surprisingly sentient.
Orochimaru withdrew his fingers.
Sasuke whined in discomfort when he was robbed of that sweet pleasure.
“Who do you belong to?” the man asked again.
The boy was surprisingly bright in his drugged state.
“More, please,” he begged.
Orochimaru sighed. “Tell me who you belong to, and I'll give you more.”
For a second, the boy was stubbornly silent. But then, he spoke with confidence.
“Orochimaru, I belong to Orochimaru. Now please–”
He didn't need to say it twice. Three fingers entered him, and Orochimaru was slowly thrusting them in and out of Sasuke's pussy.
The boy was delirious with pleasure. The drugs increased his body's sensitivity tenfold, and he was ready to beg for more.
Orochimaru withdrew his fingers and deemed Sasuke prepared enough. He undid his own clothes, enough for his throbbing erection to be freed.
He spent so much time with his head between Sasuke's legs that he didn't have enough time to properly admire his body.
He was breathingly beautiful.
Enough to steal the hearts of many, should he be allowed to. But Orochimaru would keep him for himself, as a mindless, obedient puppet.
After admiring his relaxed form for a few moments, Orochimaru's ears drank in all that begging. Sasuke was already addicted to pleasure.
Now it was time to take that final step.
Orochimaru caged Sasuke under him and looked at his beautiful face. It was a shame that his perfect eyes were closed, but one day, he'll see them half-open and clouded with ecstasy.
For now, this would do.
Orochimaru coated his cock with Sasuke's juices and positioned himself at his entrance. He was shaking with anticipation. He couldn't wait any longer.
He kissed Sasuke deeply, and the boy whined into the kiss. Then, finally, Orochimaru pushed his cock into that sweet, tight pussy. He kept pushing, forcing his way in. Even though he prepared Sasuke, his cock was too big to fit in. So he carved a space for himself in the boy's body, forced his walls to accommodate him.
Now, Sasuke was clearly whining in pain, but that didn't stop Orochimaru. He bit down on the boy’s curse mark and slowly moved his hips.
Sasuke's whines of pain turned into moans of pleasure that escalated until he reached his peak on Orochimaru's cock. His insides tightened, and Orochimaru felt that he wouldn't last any longer in that perfect pussy.
He groaned and, after a few erratic thrusts, reached his peak inside that tight heat. Unconcerned with the consequences, he filled up Sasuke with his hot release.
Orochimaru pulled out and knelt between Sasuke's legs. His long tongue did a good job of cleaning up the mess and hiding all proof of what happened. He lapped up his own release mixed with Sasuke's taste and moaned at the divine combination.
He was eager for more, but it was almost time for the drug to wear off. He carefully redressed Sasuke and left the room.
Sasuke woke up feeling strange again, and this time, he was shaking with lust. He wanted, needed release. He had no memory of the previous night, and he didn't know what to do.
So he just trained and ignored it.
He suspected being drugged by then, but he would never suspect what happened that night. He merely suspected a drug was heightening his senses, tormenting his mind.
He never knew what Orochimaru was thinking, but he wasn't about to confront the man.
Instead, he did eat his meal like usual, but secretly threw it all up, hoping any suspected drug would not start working in such a short time. He had to do it this way; they were monitoring whether he ate or not.
He was about to find out if the suspected drugging really happened. He went to sleep as usual, hoping he'd feel normal in the morning.
But soon after he lay down, he felt a familiar presence in his room. What was Orochimaru doing there?
Before Sasuke could react, he felt hands on him. Familiar hands that were usually helping with his training were undressing him, and Sasuke felt frozen in fear for the first time in a really long time.
He wanted to tell Orochimaru to stop, but his traitorous body was, for some unknown reason, responding to the touches.
The wrongness lingered, but there was a desire stirring deep within. Still, though, when Sasuke felt his thighs being spread, his body refused to cooperate.
“What… what are you doing?” Sasuke asked, as if it wasn't obvious. Orochimaru sensed that something was different from usual and summoned snakes to hold Sasuke down, binding his wrists and spreading his thighs.
“I'll make you enjoy it,” Orochimaru whispered and dove down between Sasuke's legs. When he felt that hot tongue lap on his clit, Sasuke bit his lips to suppress the moans. It was unwelcome, it was forced, but it was still pleasure.
Sasuke bit his lips until he tasted blood, and that was when Orochimaru stopped what he was doing and kissed him. Sasuke's traitorous body responded to the kiss. He felt fingers enter him, and his mind was blank with pleasure.
Sasuke's mind was torn: he wanted to scream stop as much as he wanted to beg for more.
It was a battle between his body and mind, and his body was winning, giving in to the unwanted pleasure.
It was wrong, and he vowed to kill the first man who did this to him. The man who claimed his innocence violently and made him enjoy it. The one who broke him and made him vow that he belonged to him, so much that he still repeated it in his dreams and unconsciously, when he thought he was dreaming. His own brother.
Sasuke wanted to become stronger; he wanted to make sure nobody would be able to do this to him. And yet, he was under Orochimaru, utterly helpless, practically begging for more.
His own body sickened him, but the sweetest pleasure soon wiped all these bothersome thoughts from his mind.
When Orochimaru's cock entered him, all Sasuke could do was beg for more, faster, harder…
Make it hurt, Sasuke begged. He wanted it rough and violent, just like he was used to, all those years ago. And Orochimaru was eager to give it to him. He punched, bit hard enough to taste blood, all while fucking that perfect pussy. Anything to inflict that sweet pleasure-pain.
Soon, the man felt like he was reaching his peak, but he was strong enough to hold back, slowing down and fucking Sasuke sensually while whispering praise into his ears.
Such a good boy, so perfect for me, and apparently it was Sasuke's weakness because he came just then, moaning and shaking in pleasure. Orochimaru soon followed, filling up that tight pussy with his hot release.
Sasuke wasn't stupid; he did realise what probably happened all those nights when he woke up feeling wet and aroused. He couldn't deny it, not after experiencing this.
And yet…
His mind, it shut down. He blacked out while Orochimaru cleaned his body again with his flexible tongue.
And so, in the morning, Sasuke gained nothing. He wasn't sure if what happened was real or not.
It could have just been a dream. There was no proof of what happened.
He woke up slightly wet again and so, so desperate.
There was no way it could have been real. Sasuke repeated that to himself until he believed it.
Because it was easier to believe a lie than to accept the truth.
It's fine, Sasuke thought the next night when he felt hands on him. It's not real, so I can just let it happen and… Enjoy it….
His delusions ran deep.
And even if it is real… Sasuke thought to himself. There is no way I can stop it anyway.
His body was tortured with pleasure, again and again. So when the assaults suddenly stopped one night, Sasuke grew desperate.
It was maddening, and it was enough for the undeveloped mind to make a little snap, as Sasuke wondered if it was all in his mind, if none of it was ever real, if he had gone insane.
He had to eat in order to survive. So even if they drugged him, he had no way of stopping them.
His body felt hot all the time, and before bed, he'd spend countless hours trying to pleasure himself. However, he could never reach his peak. He had to be forced down by strong arms; he had to be fucked hard in order to feel something.
It was maddening, and it drove him insane. Sasuke was so desperate that one night, he went to Orochimaru's room and found him not asleep, but staring at him with a satisfied expression.
“You did something to me,” Sasuke said. “You… bastard…” he groaned.
He felt his body grow hot again. He was probably drugged; arousal was clouding his mind.
“And what would that be?” Orochimaru asked.
“You… drugged me, and then you…” Sasuke hissed through gritted teeth. He was reaching his limit.
“And?” Orochimaru didn't even try to deny it. “Are you here to kill me?” he asked.
Sasuke laughed. Yes, he'd love to kill the man. He could do it soon. But first, he needed to satisfy his desires.
Slowly, carefully, Sasuke climbed on top of Orochimaru. His eyes were glistening with unshed tears.
And that was when Orochimaru knew that the plan was a success, that he had broken the boy.
“Please,” Sasuke panted. ”I can't take it anymore, I need–”
I need you, he wanted to say, but the shredded remains of his pride stopped him. Still, it was enough. Orochimaru understood.
He flipped them, caged the boy between his strong arms.
He licked his way into Sasuke's mouth and kissed him deeply, and Sasuke thought to himself, yes, it was all real, but does it matter?
Orochimaru taught him many things, so maybe it was right for him to teach him about pleasure, too. Sasuke's body was used already, so what difference would it make if someone tainted it further?
“Please,” Sasuke panted. ”I need–” Orochimaru didn't let him speak further and kissed him deeply again. He made easy work of Sasuke's clothes, and shed his own, too. Heat to heat, skin to skin. The two bodies collided.
Soon, Sasuke felt so good that he was sobbing, all because of Orochimaru's fingers, but the man was far from done. He impaled Sasuke with his cock and penetrated him deeply.
“Hurts,” Sasuke sobbed. “Ah–”
It seems like the pain was the sweetest kind of pleasure for the boy, making his eyes roll back in a delirious haze. The eyes were just as beautiful like this as they were in Orochimaru's fantasies. Finally, he was claiming the boy who was fully awake. The drug has been adjusted so that he won't fall asleep, so that he'd feel uncontrollable lust.
This experiment was a success, and Orochimaru was enjoying it more than he'd like to admit. The boy was truly addictive, just as much as any drug.
“I'm close,” Orochimaru groaned. Moments later, he filled up the boy with his hot seed.
Sasuke came when he felt Orochimaru reach his peak, when he was filled with warmth that he spent his life chasing after.
There, in Orochimaru's arms… He felt what he craved the most: he felt loved.
This, too, was love, wasn't it?
As sharp as a knife, and just as deadly.
Sasuke would kill for Orochimaru; he'd die for him.
For that was his tainted idea of love.
But it wasn't meant to last forever.
Sasuke felt his body change before anyone could notice it.
And then, a thought settled in his mind.
He could be more than just a vessel. He could be more just his own tool for vengeance.
He could have what he thought he'd never have the chance to have again: a family.
He knew, deep inside, that the love he let destroy him was fake, and not love at all. He still remembered what it felt like to have a family, to be loved. The times before his own brother broke him.
The times when he was loved truly, with the purest form of love.
When he realised that there was a new life growing inside his body, he knew that he had to escape.
Not for himself, for his body and mind were irredeemably broken.
But for the child that was growing inside him, he must find a way to be free again.