Lust

Lust drives them, fuels their hands as they tear off fine silk kimono and cotton practice clothing and tangle their bodies around one another. Lust, not love; the vengeful love only the feel of a kunai in a hated rival's ribs, bursting their heart. For a reviled criminal and an exile, this lustful joining is more than enough.

Punishment

On a day when he has been particularly belligerent, he comes out to dinner expecting the usual fare – seafood from the Ocean Country, fresh vegetables and fruit with hot tea. Usually his teacher sits at the table with them, although he eats little. Tonight he is not there, and instead of the fish, there is a bowl of ramen at his place. Kabuto smiles his usual incongruous smile and gestures to the set of red cushions marking Sasuke's seat. "Orochimaru-sama apologizes for being unable to attend this evening. He was tired from your training earlier, and at my suggestion retired early."

Sasuke flings the ramen in Kabuto's face and runs from the room.

"Kabuto told me an interesting thing last night, Sasuke-kun."

"What is it this time?"

"He said you threw a bowl of ramen at him and sulked in your room as a child would for the rest of the evening."

"Yeah, so?"

"I do not take children as students, Sasuke-kun. It would behoove you to remember that. Now, show me the last set of katas we learned, from the beginning please."

That night they have ramen again. Sasuke eats every bite.