RP — Amnesia 3

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In forty-three years, no one has picked up Orochimaru like that. The last one got a kick to the shins. So now, Orochimaru just looks very surprised, feathers ruffled.

Orochimaru puts a hand on his own hip, shifting his weight to that leg. At least he got a word out of Itachi. “And where are you leaving to-?”

“To my quarters.” And it’s said with the sort of tone that also demands not to be followed. The further and longer he can be away from Orochimaru, the better.

In all the cases of curse marks he’s seen in his time here– none have ever produced results of being removed. Itachi still intends to find a way.

RP — Amnesia 3

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Orochimaru takes two strides and now stands in Itachi’s path to the door, blocking him with his body.

“Shisui-kun, I don’t like being ignored when I’m having a conversation. If there is something you want to tell me, then speak up.”

That was simply too bad.

Itachi’s losing his patience.

So he will instead physically move Orochimaru instead. He won’t give Orochimaru the satisfaction of any real anger, as much as he’d like to strangle the man now. He simply collects him at the biceps, and sets him aside.

“I’m leaving.” Misinterpret that however he likes– he intends to go to his room.

RP — Amnesia 3

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Orochimaru keeps looking at him, and it doesn’t matter that Itachi turned away. He looks at the hair, at his profile, at how muscled and healthy Itachi has become. And under the clothes, lies the permanent mark.

“The mark I gave you is commonly called a ‘Cursed Seal’, but its official denotation is the Heaven Seal. I have been wanting to give you this for a long time.”

Cursed would be the correct word, yes.

But Itachi still does not give Orochimaru an answer. He has to maintain a careful balance, now. Too many negative feelings on the surface, and the seal happily eats at his chakra, and Itachi likes being in control.

Yet still, Itachi cannot force himself to pretend their dynamic is the same. It would be disingenuous anyways… with how angry he’s been thus far. Orochimaru did not ask permission. Orochimaru did not explain what would happen to his body. The violation of Itachi’s trust he so willingly gave– and thought he had in return…

Itachi shoos the hand away infront of him, and deigns to leave the room again.

RP — Amnesia 3

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Orochimaru’s demeanour changes. It loses his odd streak, his taunting, that stemmed from his nerves. And with his exhale, comes the display a new attitude that is closer to how he really feels.

He does not side-step, but simply stretches out one arm. He blocks Itachi’s path to the door. He looks at him, at his muscled figure, at his beautiful face.

So he’s not allowed, is he?

Fine. He will simply wait then, unanswering, without facing him at all. Whatever interest Orochimaru has in him, Itachi is intent on completely killing it.

(You +liked for an ask) (idk, I guess our No Limits verse?) “Ku ku ku… I dislike that you’re mad at me, but I must say, you look so hot right now you’re giving me chills.” The cause was the mean stare, and Orochimaru couldn’t take his eyes off Itachi. He approached, his fingers itching to touch. He leaned forward as if in a bow, offering his beautiful face. All he wanted was his Favorite to touch him. “I suppose I will be leaving here with either a black eye or a hickey. Your choice, my dear.”

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‘Mad’ was an understatement.

Itachi’s stomach turned when he saw Orochimaru now.

He’d been so stupid. So brazenly trusting. To think he had a measure of control the whole time… all that vulnerability…it had to have been staged.

And now Itachi was paying the price.

There had been no warning. No request for permission. No discussion on what this mark was going to do to his body, on how it was going to taint his chakra signature; attach itself in ways Itachi could not hope to get rid of.

Now, not even his time in his quarters was to himself. Orochimaru could hear him through the mark, ever-present even when his body was not.

It also meant he couldn’t get away with lax punishment anymore.

But he’s stubborn. He doesn’t want to fall into traps anymore, not with his trust already so well-shattered.

Itachi will take his chances, knowing he already has to keep himself steady, so the mark doesn’t feed off of his anger, and disgust. He pulls away, and leans himself off of the table, choosing to side-step and hopefully exit the room in one piece.

RP – Amnesia II

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Orochimaru does some handseals, but because Itachi has his back turned, he cannot see which seals. Then Orochimaru reaches out, and lifts Itachi’s chin to expose his throat. “Like this. Lean against me, if you like.” He is most gentle, and every word is spoken as if every syllable is meant to be a verbal kiss to Itachi’s ears.

He takes Itachi’s wrists, and then leans in. He opens his mouth, and he thinks about how compliant Itachi has been so far. Let me, Orochimaru had said. Itachi had given him permission.

Orochimaru loves power.

Orochimaru’s fangs appear, and he sets out to bite Itachi on the soft spot between his collarbones, at the same place he gave Kimimaro the Heaven seal. Sasuke-kun survived the seal, so Itachi-kun (with his improved health), surely will too.

Oh, the hubris.

The reaction is immediate. Itachi whirls his arms around to knock Orochimaru off, but it is too late. The tainted chakra is already spreading through his system, and his attempt at a scream is cut off by the pain centering around his heart.

He clutches his chest, whipping his head around, vision blurring. Adrenaline courses through his system, and panic kicks in. The Sharingan struggles against the pain, flickering rapidly tomoe swirling together.

Amaterasu is his reflex of choice. Anything that might create any sort of barrier between himself and Orochimaru, back hitting the wall and body sliding down, unaware of just how large a mass of flames he’s created. Underground, no less.

Will he live through this? Itachi isn’t even sure– he doesn’t know what this is. Except it’s the most pain he’s ever felt in his life, and Orochimaru lied to him.

Maybe he’d been the one that was played; Orochimaru knowing this entire time that he was trying to use the admiration against him. These are his last thoughts as he manages to lean on his side and completely empty his stomach, falling unconscious afterwards, breathing ragged and labored.

RP – Amnesia II

uchihacollector‌:

Orochimaru licks his lips. He steps closer. He now stands behind Itachi. He puts his hands on Itach’s hips, and pulls him close until its buttocks to hips. He pits his mouth next to Itachi’s ear and whispers:

“You have small cuts and bruises all over your body from shuriken and kendo. If I don’t heal them, they will become permanent lines. I don’t…-l mean- you don’t want that, surely. Keep standing with your back turned to me. Lower your hands. I will do some seals to start healing you…”

Right, right. Itachi listens, parses the true meaning of the words. Orochimaru doesn’t want him scarred. Itachi himself didn’t mind. Small scars weren’t an issue. Bigger wounds needed attention.

“I don’t.” He plays along. Itachi finally slips his hands free of the bunched up shirt, an easy task, holding it loose in his right hand, arms lowered.

Healing himself instead of getting Kabuto to do it… he couldn’t be more obvious.

RP – Amnesia II

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As soon as Itachi has his back turned, Orochimaru can look freely. His gaze travels down to the tight bum, and then up to Itachi’s beautiful hair. He has wanted to touch Itachi all day, and run his pale hands over these muscles.

Beautiful, he thinks. He runs his cold pointerfinger over the line of Itachi’s spine, hoping to make him arch, so he will see these muscles tense. He want Itachi’s discomfort, his bashfulness, his insecurity, because Itachi’s hesitation means Orochimaru has control. But this Uchiha… why is he so resiliant?

There is one, quick, minuscule flinch. He’d expected a hand, perhaps a little lower– Orochimaru and subtlety didn’t mix sometimes. But that is all his Master gets, Itachi keeping still for his ‘examination’.

Months and months ago… he would’ve been embarrassed. Unsure of what to do with the attention. But Orochimaru didn’t act on it the last time, nor when they shared a bed, and so he’s caught on, utilizing it himself. Eventually, Orochimaru’s patience will run out.

RP – Amnesia II

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Orochimaru’s philosophy is simple. If he wants something, he’ll take it.

This world was take or be taken. Kill or be killed. Fuck someone over or be fucked. And Orochimaru wants his own odds to ever be generous to him. Favours from fate? He doesn’t rely on those. If such a thing as fate exists, it will come to him. He has chosen to carve out his own path in this world. Good decision after good decision had brought him here.

Uchiha Itachi…

He was in front of him, ready to be taken. The sweat clung to his body and rolled from Itachi’s brow to his neck. Another droplet ran over his chest. When Orochimaru lift the improvised T-shirt cuff (and thereby Itachi’s hands) he hooked the shirt behind Itachi’s neck. This way the muscles at Itachi’s torso tightened, and looked defined. Orochimaru let go of the shirt to permit him the moves. But he stayed near. “Ssshow off this body. Turn a full circle. Ssslowly.”

A position that was meant to highlight helplessness. His neck, chest, and stomach are bared, and he could be eviscerated at any moment. Technically.

He knows such thing won’t happen.

It’s that Orochimaru enjoys the display of vulnerability. But he still has incredibly dangerous eyes.

He does as instructed, turning himself in a full circle slowly, allowing Orochimaru to see every single muscle that had built up since he’d woken up here.

Internally, he’s timing how long Orochimaru’s patience with regards to simply admiring visually will last.

RP – Amnesia II

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Orochimaru doesn’t linger in the door frame. He’s not one to let an opportunity slip by, no, he’s viper-fast when it comes to seizing profit. He doesn’t blink nor look away from Itachi’s exposed chest. “Yes.” He steps inside. He presses the door shut and it clicks. He turns the lock with two fingers.

“I want to see how beautiful you’ve become… how much more beautiful.” And he is in front of Itachi now. Suddenly his hand has already closed around the shirt that ties Itachi’s wrists together. It functions as a cuff. He’s using it to his advantage. He looms over Itachi. And still, he hasn’t blinked. In private, he can allow himself to have a tunnel vision on Itachi’s body. In private, he can thirst without having to restrain himself. His hold on the shirt tightens insistently. “Let me.”

There’s a mental list at play here, as Itachi watches calmly. One: Orochimaru’s eagerness in taking the bait. Not a second wasted. Two: The un-blinking stare, always directed right at his chest. Itachi doesn’t even need a verbal or a physical affirmation that he’s doing just fine with his training, in the end. And three: the locked door.

Short of brute force, it makes their interactions private: something Orochimaru does not want others to indulge in, nor even witness him doing so.

Should Itachi have other plans for this place, or, Orochimaru, more importantly, this was how he was going to achieve them. There isn’t anything at the moment, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to take advantage of it regardless. Itachi doesn’t even spare a coy smile.

“You need not ask permission.” Orochimaru was his Master, and his teacher– of course it would make sense for him to personally make sure Itachi was on the right path. It works into Itachi’s subtle manipulation as well, to feed that need for physical supervision.

Were he more bold, he’d adjust his muscles in a way that made a pec or two stand out– but Orochimaru is incredibly intelligent, if a bit blinded by power at times– and he’d no doubt catch on.