Okay, I confess, I adore SasuKarin. It's cracktastic. And there aren't that many fics for it yet (woe) so I decided to go for it. This one kind of... I'm not sure. I think a lot of Karin's attraction for Sasuke is based on sex, but I wanted to explore its deeper roots, yet still... have those strongly influenced by sex, I dunno. That just seems to fit her character like that, hmm. At least for this one.

It was a challenge, I admit, she hasn't been characterized much yet, and Sasuke's hard as Naruto on Viagra to write correctly at all, so we'll just see how this goes over, ne?

(oh yeah)

warnings/tags/whatever: karin-centric, implied sasukarin, orokarin, implied orosasu. nonconsensual (kind-of-consensual?) sex.

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Even though she had been only fourteen that time that she’d first laid eyes on him, she knew that she wanted to fuck him almost instantly. He was gorgeous, all hot and mysterious, quiet and sullen until provoked, in which case he lashed out like fire and burned everything around him down to the ground with just his eyes. Anytime he focused those eyes on her, for any reason – curiosity, disgust, disbelief, scrutiny, observation – she was wet instantly. It was a funny sort of irony, she mused, that as asexual and uptight as Sasuke was that even his smallest gestures and actions made him into a sex god. Something as insignificant as a glance her way could make her hot and bothered, weak at the knees.

It wasn’t until seven months later, however, that she’d fallen in love with him.

It had been a calm fall day, warm but not too hot, with the sun shining amongst fluffy clouds that looked just like cotton candy. A nice breeze was blowing and a few dead leaves and wilted petals blew in lazy circles on the ground. Karin waltzed inside the small, flat stone building after a particularly brutal training session and started down the hallway toward the kitchen, mulling over her day. Orochimaru was here, apparently; he usually visited the South base every month or two to check up on things. This meant hell for the prisoners, who had to break their backs trying to tidy the place up for him. Also, tensions ran high, for Orochimaru could order anyone killed with no notice at all and the prisoners were usually the ones subjected to this treatment. Luckily, Karin had been given a place of authority in the prison the past spring, so she had free run of the place and was usually exempt from any of Orochimaru’s foul moods.

Finishing the last of her water in her canteen, she reached the kitchen. She refilled her canteen at the faucet silently, scanning the shelves for a snack. It was then that she felt a warm, wet presence on her right shoulder. Her spine stiffened.

“Orochimaru-sama,” she said quietly. The tongue scraped back toward its owner’s mouth, rubbing roughly over the skin on her shoulder, the tip almost-but-not touching a dark spot on Karin’s neck. She winced and tried to fight back the nausea threatening to creep its way up her throat. Biting her lip, she turned around.

“Hello, Karin,” Orochimaru drawled in that creepy way of his, the tongue seemingly normal-sized now but still flicking out around his lips every so often.

“Is there something you want?”

In a flash he was in front of her, his hand smacking her across the cheek. “Don’t be insolent,” Kabuto said in the background, just barely visible around Orochimaru’s towering presence in front of her eyes.

Karin held her tongue and cast her eyes down at the ground, dismayed and slightly annoyed that all she could see was Orochimaru.

(close to her too close she was young)

His hand cupped her cheek and he wiped at the sweat droplets below her left eye. “You’re growing strong,” he said with content before backing away again. She swallowed, hard.

“I’ve been training,” she managed, finally. Orochimaru seemed pleased by this. Hopefully by this. Hopefully not by…

He left, just as suddenly as he appeared, Kabuto lingering in his wake just enough to smirk at Karin before vanishing as well. Karin slumped against the counter and tried to slow her heart which she hadn’t even known was pounding. After she collected herself, she quickly dashed out of the kitchen, her goal being her room. She only made it halfway down the hall, however, before she heard a peculiar noise. Slowing her pace, Karin knotted her eyebrows pensively and crept back toward the room where she’d heard the sound. The door was open a crack, so she gathered her strength and pushed it open.

The sight in front of her made her ovaries sing and her heart ache simultaneously.

Sasuke was kneeling on the bed shirtless, his hands in front of him propping up his weight, shaking like a leaf. Karin noticed that the seal had been activated but not fully; it marked his skin with intricate designs down his right arm and the right side of his chest. He was breathing heavily and his face was red and feverish, and she’d never felt like crying more than she did at that moment.

“… Sasuke?” she ventured, cautiously. Nothing.

Chewing the inside of her cheek thoughtfully, Karin finally walked over to the bed and sat down beside him. There was no doubt about what was wrong. Orochimaru placed those seals on the neck for a reason… it was never coincidental that they were in an incredibly sensual place. It was manipulation, really, how just one rough stroke of that damned tongue of his in the right way against that mark could turn a person into liquid. It was how he used them, how he got away with the fucking; he made them want it, made them beg for it.

Karin subconsciously touched the spot on her shoulder where his tongue had been earlier. He hadn’t touched her seal, but he’d come close; it was enough of a gesture to say that even though he didn’t quite want her like that anymore, she was still his, and he could make her obey at any time, for any reason.

“Is this the first time?” she asked absently, trying to sound casual. Her stomach was in her throat.

Sasuke finally looked at her with incredulity, as if he’d just noticed her presence, and then cursed under his breath and looked down, his long bangs hiding his face.

Karin squeezed her eyes shut and tried to collect her thoughts, which were flowing freely in all directions like a lazy river. The first time was always the worst. You never knew. You were blindsided. You would come to see him like he’d asked and he’d say the same stuff that he always did, then his mouth would be on that seal and you would feel… you wouldfeel… hot. Karin’s first time, her entire body had broken into a sweat and she felt her breasts… almost tighten, unusual and weird and confusing, that is until later after he’d ripped her shirt off that she saw it was just because her nipples had become rock hard. She was only twelve at the time, she knew about it but didn’t want it yet, wanted more than anything to push him off and scramble away, hide under a bed like the child she was for the rest of day like a little kid avoiding an angry parent. But he’d worked at her seal and he’d touched her like never before, in places no one ever had before, and then – then was the worst part.

He would stop.

He would stop and sit back and just look at you indifferently, waiting for your reaction. It was everyone’s opportunity to run, hers included. She’d looked at him weakly and tried to catch her breath, her legs pinned open by snakes and her skirt and panties around her knees, and she knew this was her shot to leave and never go through this again.

But he wasn’t touching her at all, and for some reason her body was just aching for – her head was turned involuntarily and unconsciously to one side, her neck just begging to be licked again, and her hips were softly thrusting into the air, and she wanted

(to leave to run this was wrong she was wrong it was wrong)

those feelings back, she wanted what she’d felt before. It had felt so good, and she almost whimpered as she looked into his eyes and nodded, defeated, he’d won oh god he’d won.

And then he’d taken her, her legs behind her head his old dirty body inside of hers and his hands on her sides his tongue on her neck, she wrapping her legs around his body letting him thrust again and again and it felt so good, sweating and tense and raw, she was clenching and close and never wanted it to stop, never ever, he was in her and out of her and back in and it was rough and she could only feel the feelings between her legs; and then she came for the first time in her life, her mouth open in a soundless scream. Her head lolled back and her eyes shut, she dug her nails into his shoulder and thought briefly oh god this is amazing please don’t ever end, the pulses and waves of pleasure overtaking her, she trembled like a helpless blade of grass and felt a huge knot inside of her just snap, all her tension and worries and pain gone in one blinding instant of ecstasy.

She was alone.

That was the second worst part. Afterwards, you felt sick and horrible and dirty. She had been so ashamed. He was literally five times her age, five times, and her teacher and instructor (abuser) and she’d had a chance to end it, but she hadn’t. No one ever did. They’d all wanted him to keep going, not wanted him to stop, and she felt disgusting and wrong. She’d wanted it, she was a dirty filthy little slut who’d wanted an old fart to fuck her into the dirt, he’d touched her everywhere and forced his way inside until it hurt and she’d liked it, wanted more.

She remembered sitting in the corner of her cell afterwards, her back and thighs aching. The whole night she just sat, quivering, her seal half-activated and unable to be tamed. The black places on her skin where it tainted her like ink were hot to the touch all through the next day.

Taking a breath, Karin reached out and touched Sasuke’s arm. The marks were hot.

“He did it to you, didn’t he?” she whispered.

“Get out,” Sasuke said coldly. “Go. Now.”

“I know how you feel.”

“Get out.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“Get out.”

Karin felt tears spring into her eyes but didn’t say anything, only got up and stared down at Uchiha Sasuke, clutching the sheets in his hands, his skin resembling them in color. She drew a shaky breath and started for the door, remembering–

“How old were you?” he asked morosely.

“Twelve,” she replied without turning around.

“I’ll kill him,” Sasuke said.

“We all say that.”

She allowed herself to look over her shoulder. Sasuke sat taut, his mouth set in a hard line.

“You’ll get used to it,” Karin mumbled, not sure if that was a comforting thought or a horrifying one.

Sasuke said nothing.

“You’ll have to,” she went on, feeling awkward but entirely unsure of what to say.

“Nobody should… it’s not…”

“That’s how it is around here.”

Karin felt weak and uneasy, the room seemed unbearably stuffy and she could smell it

(the blood the semen the sweat fear)

and she felt sick. But Sasuke had… he’d been concerned about everyone. Nobody should, he’d said. Most people just cared about themselves, wanted to punch Orochimaru in the face afterwards, didn’t give a shit about killing him for the others, just for themselves. It almost seemed like Sasuke cared about the well-being of everyone el—

(he is from leaf suigetsu told you leaf that’s all it is nothing else)

Her heart skipped a beat and her face got warm. Karin suddenly sensed something… Sasuke… cared about other people. It was stupid and simple, but it was… different. Everyone in Sound cared about only themselves. They killed their best friends if they thought it would win them Orochimaru’s favor, they looked out for only their own skins, killed without feeling and hurt without caring, but Sasuke… had… a conscience.

Karin had a dumb expression on her face. Sasuke was not the typical Sound dick. He…

(god i love him now he’s different he cares i…)

She quickly turned and ran out of the room, stumbled to her own bedroom and fell onto the bed, heart pounding and panties damp, her fingers finding their way into her shorts and her body relaxing. Sasuke was something else entirely. She didn’t just want to fuck him (but god oh god did she want to fuck him) she also wanted to… know him? She wanted to know him. She wanted to be around him and train with him, together just the two of them, they could defeat anything and defy all odds, just her and Sasuke forever.

Her body started arching a little and her breath came in quick pants, and then the door was kicked open and Suigetsu—

“It’s time for sup—goddamn, you stupid slut.”

Karin shot up instantly, her face red and her hand searching for her glasses that she wasn’t even aware she’d thrown off, and she screamed at her intruder to get the hell out and leave her alone didn’t he ever hear of privacy.

She slammed the door, rested her back against it, and slid to the floor.

Sasuke would be hers.