Okay, so FF.N ate the chapters I was working on for my other fanfictions. In the meantime, while I try and keep you all satisfied with this little one-shot thing I wrote during first block Geometry (that class is a joke.)

WARNINGS: One-sided OroSasu, onesided SasuNaru, non-con (he didn't say yes, but he didn't say no), some language

I was young and naive when I left, unable to comprehend the full weight of what I was doing. I never could have imagined this.

Orochimaru, that snake bastard. An unfair deal is what I have with him. I thought I had Promised him the use of my body when he needed a new one. I was wrong. Yes he does give me power, training, the curse seal. But that power comes at a terrible price.

I feel him now, training and business done for the day, whispering dirty things into my ears, clearly in what he was trying to pull off as a seductive voice. His tongue traces my earlobe, as his hands find the zipper of my pants.

I deserve it. This old man's hands roaming my body, feeling my limp member. There's nothing to be turned on about.

"Neh, Sasuke-chan? Not feeling the heat?" I shudder in disgust as his arousal presses into my back. He mistakes it for one of pleasure, working a finger into my already abused entrance.

What a disgusting sight it must be, Sasuke Uchiha, last of the clan, with a perverse snake-man, manhood limp, pants on the ground, around my ankles, body ravaged by a long, inhuman tongue, and cold, pale fingers, desperate for power.

The same tongue pushes it's way inside, coating my innards with saliva, preparing me for what was to come. I grit my teeth. I would rather him simply take me with no lubrication at all,

I see black hair that's not my own over my shoulder, as he prepares to take me from the back.

Something new, he flips me over, I'm laying on my back, facing him, as he pushes his way inside, gaining a madman's look as he watches my face contort with pain at the entry.

Not bothering to give me time to adjust, he pounds into me hard and fast, biting into my chest, drawing blood.

It's too long, far too long, before the physical stimulation effects my body, finally growing hard due to the tongue wrapped around my dick and the member pounding into my prostate at every thrust,

He forces me into climax as he does, shooting his load into my hole with a grunt, and for a moment I'm not in the cold arms of a traitor.

For the briefest moment as the white-hot throes of orgasm wash over me, I'm held tightly in sun-kissed arms, looking into azure eyes, my fingers entangled in golden spikes.

A single sound escapes my lips during my forced climax.

"...Naruto..."

The picture of the fiercely loyal nin in the hieght of pleasure fading with my own moment of climax.

Orochimaru's face contorts into an evil grin. "Now, now, Sasuke, it isn't nice to say someone else's name during your soaring moment, is it?" The expression continues, spreading across his features. "You wouldn't want me to tell your little blondie, would you? That his name was whispered as you came hard, being fucked by me?" he grabs my hair at the last word.

I can still feel the dizziness from my orgasm, the liquid drying on my stomach, his liquid leaking from between my legs.

It's darker than I normally write. Hmm. There may have been a few times that my teacher was in danger of seeing this, but I don't care.

And updates will hopefully be... existent now, as the class that has been draining all my power (Sustainable Design) is coming to a close, and I've finished my final project two weeks ahead of schedule. Never work in a group for a big project. I worked alone, and have more done than probably the rest of the class combined.