A/N: I guess this second part is long since overdue, but I got there in the end! It only took... a year or something... *grumbles*
This has been sitting in a folder ever since I posted the first one, I just had no idea where I wanted to go with it, and I still don't! But here we are, more Orosasu smexy times~ Enjoy!

Training

He watched him, like a snake in the dark of the shadows, like a predator stalking its oblivious awaiting prey, laying dormant, yet vigilant, ready to strike at any given moment.

"Fire style, fire ball jutsu!" a flurry of searing flames sped from the mouth of the flawless Uchiha, mercilessly eradicating anything that dare surface in the face of its furious golden wrath.

Sasuke... he didn't know.

He didn't know how breath-takingly glorious he looked when he moved so swiftly, so elegantly. Orochimaru observed each, slender movement, eyes glaring intensely, fixated with that hint of an ever growing astonishment. Such enticing beauty was insurmountable. One might even go as far as to say they were stunned by the pure grace of such over-confidence, of such a practiced fluidness. The act itself was a subtle yet powerful dance; one that undoubtedly promised death.

One that also had the potential to promise pleasure.

"You're improving," The leering voice murmured, though Sasuke didn't flinch at all at the closeness of such a declaration. With a quirk of his head to the dark corner of the vast room, he flashed a rare smirk at the source of the sound. Sasuke loved praise; he'd slowly come to learn. When one observed as intently as Orochimaru did, they noted the significant-if only slight- changes. Sasuke was becoming a lot faster, more destructive.

More... Powerful.

There was an untold desire in the reckless will of his carnage that always guaranteed a fate worser than death, and for some reason, that very concept alone made him shudder in absolute delight. It was an earth-shattering feeling that left a pleasant tingling sensation settle across each of his limbs. Perhaps he knew how unhealthy it was for him to obsess over something to such an extent; but he didn't care. As far as he was concerned, he'd always been this way. Whether it was learning every known jutsu, or possessing Sasuke's body. It was normal to him; it always had been and always will be.

Finally peeling himself away from the shadows, he surfaced into the flickering glow the ashy remains of Sasuke's fury offered in its once blazing wake. As though Sasuke never received that moment of praise, his expression morphed into something more tragically beautiful as a look of pure irritation crossed his features.

The Uchiha was hastily growing exasperated of such tedious and repetitive training. It was tiresome knowing he wasn't learning anything new from wiping out wave after wave of henchmen the devious snake continuously set before him. It had long since become an effortless feat. Why Orochimaru insisted he still carry out such meaningless activities was beyond him.

"Is this seriously all you've got? Come on Orochimaru, I want a real challenge." Something that would at least last long enough to fight back, he thought as he growled out impatiently, trying so hard not to grind his teeth together at how irritatingly easy this little routine of theirs had become.

Orochimaru looked on with mild amusement as he watched the smooth curve of that smooth jaw clench. He had been wondering how long it would take for Sasuke to crack.

"Hm" Orochimaru leered. "Then how about a real test?" He paused, looking Sasuke over. "You, and me" The smirk that had accompanied such words was soon broken by an unexpected onslaught of coughing. A small trickle of blood escaped the corner of his lip at the end of the fit, and the attack on his own body pulled at the corners of his smugness. Wiping somewhat mindlessly at his mouth, he peered up through long dark lashes, only to notice, was that... Was that a hint of concern he saw in those dark obsidian orbs?

"Do you believe you're in any condition to face an Uchiha?" The raise of his eyebrows almost seemed to conflict with the haughtiness of his tone.

Arrogance.

It was a trait in all humans that Orochimaru despised, yet it was the same attitude that made Sasuke's character all the more endearing, all the more interesting. Nothing could beat down the pride and the sheer arrogance bred from the Uchiha blood line. Though, it was of course a characteristic those of the Uchiha name deserved to flaunt proudly. They did possess one of the most powerful kekkei genkai after all, if not, the most powerful.

"Looks can be deceiving dear Sasuke," Orochimaru's smirk resurfaced at the witty remark. "You should never underestimate the enemy, no matter how young, old, sick, or weak." He looked on with a mask of impassivity, each word rolling off his tongue with the unintentional seductive slow rumble his usual tone adorned. Many times had he himself fallen prey to judging ones appearance, but none of this would matter to Sasuke anyway, whether he knew or not; for they would soon be one and the same.

The sudden thought teased a frown across his lips. It wasn't something he'd paid much thought to in a long while; the prospect of Sasuke not being around. He'd been too busy absorbing himself in everything that made the Uchiha. It was a thought that, in all its glory, didn't sit too well with him anymore. He shook his head and ground his teeth.

Maybe Orochimaru wasn't exactly in the best shape to face him, but he'd teach Sasuke never to judge an opponent by their appearance. With an aggressive click of his fingers, and an absent gaze at his Raven-haired delight, four Sound Ninja appeared, as though they themselves had lain dormant in the shadows, just waiting for the very command. The snake simply drew back to watch just as he had from the very beginning, and it was then that he had noticed, Sasuke had already made his first mistake.

He hadn't made his move to run while he had the chance.

Sasuke watched as the shadows materialised around him, it was like he was suddenly on a stage, a show come alive, and the spotlight; it was on him. Four figures, faces, barely visible in the underground cove they harboured. He could've sworn a distinct familiarity to each of the figures that were shrouded in the darkness, but he had little to no time to think about that. His body was already reacting.

Sasuke was quick, Orochimaru would give him that. He was always so quick, even still. Before the first attack could be made, it had already been evaded, and countered. The blazing inferno of Sasuke's inner turmoil yet again made itself known; it was such a sight that would never become ordinary, not with such a glowing radiance that rivalled the sun itself.

It was in that moment, that Sasuke realised. His offence had shed light on the familiar faces that stood before him, and just for a second, he was twelve years old again, in a forest alight with none other than Naruto, and Sakura by his side. The memory itself was hazy, and he hadn't had long to think about it before he was thrown into another tirade of attacks. He had fought with these Ninja before, and, it was almost like...

They were actually trying to kill him.

"Seem familiar?" Orochimaru purred, watching as a look of pure shock and realisation crossed seductively sharp features. "You and these Ninja are more alike than you think, Sasuke" The voice was distant, yet right beside his ear all the same and it was that remark alone that spread an agitation so strong throughout every inch of his body. They all sought revenge. Sasuke tensed, parrying off attack after attack, mindlessly. Sasuke was nothing like these sound Ninja. He was not a pawn. He would never be a pawn.

"Oh but you're wrong" Orochimaru was right there, lips by his ear, words as hot as fire and Sasuke could just hear the way his smirk lit up right from one side of his face all the way to the other. He tried not to jolt with shock at the body suddenly so very close to his; he couldn't see it, but he knew it was there. He always knew he was there; whether it be in the distant shadows, or right behind him.

Sasuke hated it when he did that; read his mind, it was hard not to, especially with how very easy it was to read every thought, every flicker, every brief flash of emotion that tore his features apart. It made Sasuke feel violated, exposed in every way possible, and yet, Orochimaru, he knew all that, and exploited it in every best way he knew how. It was ever so captivating, endearing even.

Sasuke... he was cute.

Without having a chance to realise it, the relentless assault on him had ceased and the only presence that lingered, was that of the Snake's as he clung to him like a shadow in the night. Where the hell did his weapon go? Where did his damn weapon go when he needed it most? Sasuke ground his teeth together in frustration.

"What's that, couldn't fight me on your own?" Sasuke commented snidely with a mixture of both anger and sarcasm as he squirmed incessantly in the Snake's dark embrace.

He finally realised, he had long since lost this battle.

It was check mate. A failure. His failure. No matter how many times Sasuke failed, he would never be used to the feeling. Orochimaru, for some reason, he enjoyed watching him squirm in the face of it; especially when Sasuke... especially when he got so expressive.

"Oh I can," Orochimaru paused, voice firm with such certainty, as if there were no room for debate. "I just wouldn't be able to bring myself to hurt you" His voice had dulled to all but a whisper, and there was honesty to every word, but Sasuke couldn't help but take offence to the protective tone. Or... was he just mocking him?

"Oh, that's funny, because I'm almost certain those ninja were trying to kill me" His anger was replaced with another emotion he didn't quite recognise, but it made his chest ache nevertheless, as he could feel the warm breath of familiarity against his neck.

"You're better than them, and you know it." The husky whisper was back, a low rumble, forever seductive as each word vibrated along the length of his nape. It sent an involuntary shudder up his spine, every single time. Sasuke felt his anger dissolve, instead replacing itself with an emotion every Ninja by the name of Uchiha thrived on; Pride.

"When you fight someone a second time, the chances are they'll be a lot stronger." Orochimaru mumbled between daring soft bites, teasing licks, though his voice was dead serious despite his actions. At that point, Sasuke was barely listening; with all he could focus on being how close every bite, every lick was to the god forsaken brand at his neck. He had hardly paid mind to his own actions; baring his neck in a display of complete anticipation, yet cautious nevertheless.

He couldn't let his guard down yet. But...

Close.

He was suddenly so close, flush against his back like a hungry leech and Orochimaru could smell that musky scent he craved so as he clutched on like a shell, crawl up his nose, tempting him to devour Sasuke entirely. He couldn't wait.

All mine.

Sasuke's bare, muscular chest heaved with the strength of his rapid breathing, as beads of sweat teased the defined contours of his body, trailing each line, every crevice with a tempting grace not even a saint could dare resist. Whether he was perspiring from the heat of battle, or the heat of their proximity; the snake could never tell.

Orochimaru could only stare upon Sasuke, staring like a child would at candy, utterly mesmerised by each dark feature, each little reaction; whether it be the shudder of his body, or the small yet silent moans he was graced with. Orochimaru had never wanted something so badly, and was sure he never would again when he first laid eyes on such a tragic beauty.

"You need to know when to stand your ground, but most importantly you need to know when to run." He paused, finally grazing over the one spot he was avoiding; the brand that labelled Sasuke as his.

Ownership.

"Do-don't" Sasuke shuddered intensely beneath the cool tongue caressing him, but he made no move to resist. He couldn't. He was paralysed. Forever paralysed by a pleasure he had never known existed. Did he stand his ground now, or did he run away? He couldn't ask aloud, he couldn't utter a word. The only sounds that filled the dark silence were... was that the sound of his own breathing?

Was that the sound of his own heart reverberating in his ear?

"Do you... Want me to stop?" Orochimaru's voice was husky even to his own ears, as he relaxed his hold slightly on his captive. He gave Sasuke every opportunity to run, only to have him shudder in his grasp when his tongue grazed the most sensitive place on his neck once more.

"Y-yes" Sasuke licked his lips, dry with unspoken desire. Short, warm puffs of breath tickled the breadth of his shoulder, only for his frame to offer a shiver that disagreed with the single word his mouth spoke.

Why was Sasuke always left powerless by his mere touches?

Wasn't it power and control the things he'd sought out most from the snake?

and yet, here he was, as good as merciless. He was a slave to power; as good as being powerless with no control at all. To rely on something so heavily, is powerlessness itself. Yet, Sasuke, he could never fully realise it, too blinded by rage, too blinded by hatred.

Too blinded by desire.

It brought an amused smirk to Orochimaru's lips all the same.

"Don't lie to yourself Sasuke" the sultry voice spoke like his inner conscious, and there it was again, the soft brush of those lips, toying with his ear, sucking, licking, all the way down to that forbidden place on his neck. That damn curse mark; he begrudged it at times like these. The feel of that tongue on his skin made every muscle of his body convulse, the most unwelcoming of pleasures wracking his trembling form. Why... why did he do this to Sasuke?

He will never understand.

Sasuke would never understand the effect he had on Orochimaru.

Daring to flick his eyes back at the snake, the same look he'd given him 'That' night danced about in his dark iris. His eyes... they were suddenly like hands on his skin; each place that golden gaze lingered, burned like the sparks of fire toying with his sensitive pale skin. He shuddered intensely for the umpteenth time in his deadly embrace. What was this feeling? Why did he feel such a strong... desire? Why...

Why wasn't he trying to run away?

Sexy.

Sasuke was so damn sexy when he looked confused like that. Orochimaru pressed his fingers against the tensed muscles of his captive's torso, before trailing them all the way up to his parted lips. He felt the heat of Sasuke's embarrassment like the burn of a hot fire on a cold winters morning pulsing though each finger that traced those forbidden lips. He was curious to test the waters of Sasuke's reaction, as he slid his thumb daringly past the heat of his mouth, not stopping until he met the wet warmth of Sasuke's tongue. Partially surprised he allowed the intrusion; he pushed further, searched Sasuke's mouth, basking in the strange sensation.

Such a sight was absolutely delectable; the snake was unable to stop his tongue from darting out to lap at those lips in rapture. What couldn't have surprised him more was the sudden pressure he felt envelope his thumb... Sasuke was... sucking on it. That sent a spark of electric down his spine that he swore Sasuke could feel too.

Oh how he was full of pleasant surprises!

"Can you feel it Sasuke?" Orochimaru rubbed his hand against the length of his now exposed cock, voice husky. "How badly I want you" If it wasn't already possible, he pressed closer to Sasuke, as he snaked his hand down the front of Sasuke's tight trousers; they did little to hide his obvious arousal.

Oh, Sasuke was good. He thrust his thumb in and out lightly in tandem with his sucking, suggestively, as he moved to press it against the side of his mouth, skimming over teeth, before applying pressure back on his tongue. He couldn't help but moan from the very sight. He watched, lips closed tightly around him, a sweet red hue adorning pale Uchiha cheeks.

Adorable.

Sasuke was utterly adorable when he unknowingly seduced him like that. Slowly losing the gentle patience he reserved only for Sasuke, like a predator he backed him up into the closest wall, trying to remain as close as possible as he did so.

He had to have him.

When Sasuke behaved with such eroticism like this...

How the hell could he possibly help himself?

Sasuke pressed his palms against the rough brick of the wall he was being pinned against. W-why the hell was he just letting this happen... he knew, he knew exactly where this would lead, so, why wasn't he trying to stop it?

Why...

"Submit to me Sasuke, and I will grant you the ultimate power" The memory of the voice echoed in his head like the ring of a bell in an empty hall. That was all the encouragement he needed; a simple trade. It was all the encouragement he ever needed.

This promise of power...

If only he knew it was a lie.

Orochimaru placed his hand roughly between Sasuke's shoulder blades, pushing at it with a gentle forcefulness as his other hand moved to pull the Raven's hips back into his own. The same fierce pair of hands, assertive with untamed desire fell down the sides of Sasuke's body, caressing every inch of skin they possibly could, teasing as they fell back down to those slender hips.

With an uncharacteristic aggressiveness, Orochimaru thrust against Sasuke, only for a loud heady grunt to be torn from his panting lips. Sasuke found it hard to admit, but that noise went straight to his groin. The Uchiha pressed his face against the wall before him, hoping it would alleviate the heat that rushed straight to his face. As he felt those fiery fingers caress his hips, his thighs, the smooth of his backside, it made him even wonder at what part of their union Sasuke had even lost the rest of his clothes.

Delirious.

He was feeling completely delirious; dizzy with heat. The only thing he could seem to see through his hazy vision were the stray locks of his dark bangs, but even then his mind was on other things. He was unable to ignore the feel of those soft long black strands of hair against his back; hair that was not his own, hair that tickled, caressed with each delicately rough movement, a feeling for which ignited a pleasure of its own kind.

Orochimaru groped at Sasuke's ass, before pulled apart two perfectly rounded cheeks; that soon brought Sasuke back to reality as he growled at the hands touching him with such familiarity. The very sight before Orochimaru twitched, as though beckoning him. Sasuke always did it; beckoning him without really meaning to. Sasuke squirmed. He felt so vulnerable... He hated the feeling so much, and yet, he couldn't stop writhing beneath the aggressive touch. He couldn't stop the shivers that wracked his form, those not from the cold air that caressed his body, but from the heat of another against him.

The heat of another inside him.

Sasuke's throaty scream filled the silence of the echoing hall as he threw his head back. The pain shot straight down his spine only to spike all the way back up to his head again. He winced, the sudden agony tearing across his features, as he tried to pull back from the intrusion that burnt like someone had just poured acid along the slope of his back.

Orochimaru revelled in the cry of pain as he abruptly buried himself in the heat that was all Sasuke. He shuddered with a strangled moan, as he moved to embrace his prey, a gentle action, as he pressed the length of his chest against Sasuke's back, hands woven around his body like a blanket. He stayed unmoving, basking in the fire of Sasuke's eminent heat. Orochimaru was like a moth to a flame, only, Orochimaru was immortal, and Sasuke, his flame never died.

Feeling Sasuke's discomfort, he let the tip of his tongue graze the curse-mark, slow, and sensually, knowing it would give the desired effect. This would numb the pain.

Numb.

Sasuke felt so numb. It was as though all pain had suddenly vanished, and the tongue on his neck sent a pleasant numbness to settle throughout his entire body. That didn't change the fact that Orochimaru was inside him, growing bigger; pulsating like a second heartbeat. It was overwhelming, even a second time.

Without even thinking, Sasuke reached for the twitching need between his legs, knowing it would satiate the sudden unwoven desire that pooled with need in his lower abdomen, knowing it would make the numbness fade into something greater. The snake had taught him not only lessons of pain, hardship, of power. He had been taught lessons of pleasure. Sasuke used every bit of knowledge he learnt... to his advantage.

Unable to stay still any longer with Sasuke tightening around him like that, he pulled all the way out to the tip, with a deliberate slowness as he looked on with a queer fascination. The sudden emptiness felt like a part of his body was missing, and he hardly realised he was tracing Orochimaru's movements until the feeling of fullness was back, attacking each and every one of his senses as he hit that familiar bundle of nerves that made him cry out hysterically.

It was that wanton cry that made Orochimaru do it all over again, as the pleasant noises their bodies made against each other filled his ears, lust drowning their bodies like the sweat glistening on their skin.

Sasuke was going to die. He could've sworn he was going to die. If Orochimaru kept doing that... He couldn't take it anymore, the invisible limit that had unknowingly been set out before him, he was far exceeding it.

It was all happening too quickly for him to really process it all; abrupt movements, desperate with longing, desperate with something more. Breathing he knew must have been unhealthily erratic. Moans that both were and were not his own filling his ears, filling the space around them, as well as other noises... other noises that made both of their bodies tremble, made their limbs ache and tingle with want, with need.

"Sasuke" Orochimaru grunted. He felt the body beneath him beckon his release with each violent jerk, each slight movement that possessed his body with a zeal that he was surprised to call Sasuke's own. Even if Orochimaru had wanted to, he couldn't have been able to hold it back, not for a second, not for even a moment longer. For the image set out before him; he knew it was an image he would never lay eyes upon again. No matter how many times from then on he would have Sasuke bare and willing before him; he knew he would never again be able to watch the way Sasuke lost the tightly knitted consciousness of his pride, and how a face masked of only the most complete and utter of arrogance, entirely vanished, paving way for only the greatest of pleasure.

The roughly captivating utterance of his name shook the very foundations of Sasuke's body. What lingering resistence of any pride and restraint that had still yet remained crumbled almost instantaneously, as he felt the snake's shameless release inside him.

Dying had never felt so gratifying, Sasuke thought, mindlessly, as he arched his back against the body tightly pressed behind him, coating the wall with his own shameless release as he trembled violently against the strong form holding him.

Sasuke let out a shuddering breath as he put some distance between them. Unknowing to Orochimaru, it was a distance Sasuke was all too greatful for, as he shivered with the Snake's dripping release down his thigh.

No one except Sasuke could make the covered-in-come-look appear so prideful; It brought a smirk of complete satisfaction to his pale lips. Orochimaru ran his fingers through long dark smoky hair as he turned from the figure that had stopped relying on the wall to hold him up.

"Same time again tomorrow" Orochimaru pressed his hand against the small of Sasuke's back, stroking down along the smooth curve of his spine. Sasuke forced himself not to react. "I'll be teaching you something new" the ever leering voice added, before putting an even greater distance between them.

Sasuke didn't know how to discern his words, but he didn't really think about the double meaning they may or may not have had to them. He just silently nodded as he watched the glowing candle flicker dully on the wall.

"Be prepared." That was all the Snake gave him before he made his disappearence once more into the shadows, leaving a bare and naked Sasuke alone.

And for the first time in his life, Sasuke wasn't quite sure what to expect.

A/N: That ended... weirdly. Eh. I rushed it, I'm not going to lie xD I'm still extremely uncomfortable writing stuff like this, but I don't think that'll ever change. Sorry if it felt like it had no flow and felt rushed~ I felt if I didn't just go ahead and write it, I would never get it posted.

According to Orochimaru... I don't think this'll be the end exactly (since he wants to play with Sasuke some more... or... train rather). Even so, I wouldn't hold your breath for another chapter, we all know what i'm like.

Hope you like it anyway~ Let me know what you think.