Purple 1/4 (part 3/3)
Title: Purple
Pairing: SasuNaru
Rating: NC17
Chapter Rating:NC17
Warnings: Explicit rape, language
Summary: It's hard learning how to save peoples lives when you're so busy trying to save your own.
Author's Notes Third part. First part here: http://community.livejournal.com/sasuxnaru/2094711.html#cutid1 . Second part here: http://community.livejournal.com/sasuxnaru/2095052.html#cutid1
His eyes flew open, but Sasuke’s were closed, and feeling awkward, he shut his, too. The movement of lips over his was slow and deliberate, like the other wanted to memorize the shape and feel of them. Like the rough end of silk they slid over his, slightly wet, mostly warm. Naruto’s lower lip was captured for a brief moment, a set of teeth seizing it in a gentle nip before a smooth tongue soothed over it before slipping into his mouth. Naruto could detect the faint taste of salt and knew it was himself he was tasting along with the ash and cinnamon. The way the tongue melded over his, ran over the roof of his mouth, lined up along his teeth, was gentle, almost passionate, and slow. The raven didn’t want to scare him, Naruto realized with bitter humor. He didn’t want him to be frightened anymore. The fear began to ebb away, though, as the kiss grew longer, but stayed at the same pace. It dissolved away into reluctant resignation, into acceptance for something he knew he’d have to put up with for now but could forget all about later.
Sasuke’s tongue slipped from his mouth, and a gentle, chaste kiss was placed at the corner of his mouth. Naruto opened his eyes to meet hopeful black ones. Two hands drew up and, as if my magic, his hands were released, and then held tenderly in rougher, larger ones. The pad of Sasuke’s thumb ran circles over the back of his hand. A hot, hard arousal was pressed tightly against his own, and although both hissed, neither moved any further.
“Well?” Sasuke asked.
“Well what?” Naruto grunted, truly beyond caring of what he was asking. The white, dizzying almost-pleasure had dissipated to be replaced by anticipatory dread, his body waiting for what it knew would come, perhaps more painful than the first time.
“Are you…” He bit his lip uncharacteristically. “Will you… Can you….”
“Can I what?” Naruto whispered hoarsely, but Sasuke just shook his head, looking down forlornly with those unfamiliar eyes, carrying an expression so familiar but so mysterious, and Naruto just couldn’t name it.
Sasuke was cupping the backs of his thighs now and lifted them until tan legs were propped and hanging over pale shoulders, and the beginnings of a blushed flush Naruto’s cheeks. Sasuke’s right hand drew down between his legs and then something warm and blunt was pressed painfully against his entrance.
Naruto winced, but the pain didn’t come. He squinted his eyes open a fraction, and black eyes consumed his entire world. A cool nose brushed alongside his and the pale face with, what Naruto now noticed, a widow’s peek, dipping down and pointing to the space between his eyebrows.
Sasuke shook his head and kissed him, long and slow, no tongue but with lips like chapped velvet. Garnering no response, he pulled back with sad eyes, shaking his head.
“Mine,” Sasuke whispered, the word ghosting over Naruto’s mouth. Blue eyes widened a fraction, and bulged frantically as Sasuke pushed himself inside.
“AHH!” He cut his own cry short by biting into his lower lip, face contorting in pain. The sound that wrenched itself from between his lips was embarrassingly loud, too shattering in such a quiet room. Above him Sasuke growled, the sound a gentle yet strong purr from the back of his throat. His eyes were squinted and teeth clenched, a pink hue on his face from exertion, pleasure marring every line of his face. He let out a low hiss and moved out a few inches before slowly thrusting himself back in, his moan meeting Naruto’s yelp.
He repeated the motion several more times, never changing speed, never going any deeper or pulling out any further. He was tense above Naruto, the muscles of his thighs and arms quivering with restraint. Naruto kept his own body tense, almost holding onto the pain, afraid to let it go, or feel the new sensation that was starting to settle in.
“Relax,” Sasuke gritted out, not stopping his pushes and pulls, “just relax. It feels good.”
Naruto’s mind responded with a resilient, “No!”, but his body was too exhausted to be defiant any longer. His muscles began to unclench, and with the tension left the pain until both were merely backdrops, hidden out of sight. The foreign pain become just one sharp shard instead of a sea of broken glass, tying him down to reality but causing him no harm. Instead his attention was focused on the other boy’s hardened member sliding in and out, hot and still too big, but it was bearable. It was more than bearable, Naruto realized. It felt almost…
“Ku-…” Sasuke eyes flashed open. He muttered something in harsh Japanese before his hands were at Naruto’s legs, prying them apart into a wide “V” shape. His hips jerked backwards, Sasuke’s back straightened, and he plunged back inside harshly, sinking nearly his entire length inside. The older boy’s chest hitched, and Naruto screamed in shock. His back arched from the floor and his hands balled into fists, eyes flying shut as over-whelming pleasure barreled into him like an eighteen-wheeler.
Panting, a second shout burst from his throat as Sasuke repeated the same motion, pulling all the way out until only the head of his erection remained inside, and surging forward in one swift push.
“Nnh…. Hn….” His breath left him in short, heady gasps that ran in sync with the raven-haired boys thrusts, his head rocking and lightly tapping against the wooden paneling behind him each time. His mind was too lost to properly focus on what was going on, over-whelmed by exhaustion, stress, fear, and now the mind-numbingly amazing feeling of Sasuke’s pushes into his body, of being filled and just now realizing he’d been empty his entire life.
“Ngh… feels… good?” Sasuke grunted out. He shifted Naruto’s legs a bit farther and then changed the angle, thrusting towards a different spot and causing his captive to scream. “Ori-- I told you… feels good…”
Naruto shifted his head to the side, breathing heavily through his nose, clenching his eyes tight shut. A smooth hand that swayed slightly cupped his cheek, and a right eye peered open with wavering vision to see pale fingers, trembling slightly.
“Look at me,” Sasuke pleased with bated breath. “Naruto, look at me.”
Naruto did, his eyes lingering on a pale neck that bobbed as Sasuke swallowed, the Adam’s Apple barely there. His blue eyes traced over pale lips which had become even paler and fuller as they were bitten into. Flushed, hollowed cheeks. Dark bags under eyes that looked more like shadow than signs of sleep deprivation. Onyx eyes, blazing bright with a fiery passion, wide and glittering like two giant diamonds. Black bangs were plastered into a knotty mat on his forehead and the spikes at the back of his head were limp, brushing around his shoulders. His body was drenched with sweat and it beaded across his face, tricking perspiration between his slightly parted lips.
“Say my name,” Sasuke gasped, slowing his hips and pounding into him with a long, steady rhythm, hands reaching down to trap his waist in a tight grasp with fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.
“W--ahh!-hy?” the blond gritted, wincing but not letting his eyes break contact with the older boy’s. His body moved against the carpet and he knew his back would be black and blue the next morning, but then again, so would the rest of him. The next morning. It was a foreign concept, to think of something outside the hear and now when the hear and now was so inescapable. Would Sasuke let him go by tomorrow morning? Would he ever let him go? Would he kill him and bury his body beneath the floorboards and let it rot away with the rats and cockroaches? Would he make Naruto forget his name, his life, and keep him forever, right here, on the floor and beneath him while he used his body? Would Naruto let him?
“P-please, just say it,” Sasuke said absent-mindedly, picking up the pace slightly, causing Naruto to groan and clench his thighs around the Uchiha’s waist.
“N-n-nhh… Sa--”
“That’s it,” Sasuke encouraged. “Say it, please, say it… Say it for me…”
“Sa--”
“Say it for me.”
“Sa---ahh! Sasukeee…” His eyes narrowed as Sasuke resumed a quicker pace, pushing himself more tightly, grinding down and leaning forward. With one hand he propped himself, with the other he lightly teased the leaking head of Naruto’s erection.
“Say it louder,” Sasuke commanded, touching but not quite pressing down, pulling his hand back when Naruto thrust up and merely causing Sasuke to slide in deeper.
“S-s-Sasuke…”
“Louder, Naruto. Say it louder.”
“Sasuke!”
“Louder.”
“Sasuke!”
Sasuke bent over him, impaling him deeply one more time before leaning into the side of his head, licking the shell of his ears and then biting into the cartilage. He whispered huskily, the words blasting heavy and hot into his ear, “Scream my name for me.” He drew back and thrust in before his hand firmly wrapped around the small boy’s member, pumping with quick, confident strokes.
“SASUKE!”
The raven groaned and bit into his shoulder, pounding hungrily, lustily murmuring Naruto’s name against his skin as Naruto cried out his. Eventually, the word “Mine” began to slip into the mantra, and then the raven was chanting that.
“Mine,” he growled. “All mine. Say it.”
Naruto shook his head once, grunting when Sasuke’s erection dug into his prostate again.
“Tell me you are mine,” Sasuke ordered. “All mine. No one else’s. Say it. Tell me it. Tell me you are mine.”
“N-no…” Would be break? Naruto wondered. Would Sasuke break the moment Naruto left him? Would he be as irreparable as Naruto felt? Would he lose himself, forget his own name, forget everything that was him? Would he have trouble imaging a tomorrow morning? Would he forget that normal things existed? Would he be trapped forever in this crimson room with haunting memories, surrounded by the coppery scent of blood and musky smell of sex? Would he forget that the moon and the sun existed, as did night and day, that stars and clouds were figments of a child’s imagination, and that all that existed was this dark twilight?
Sasuke was back to begging now, no longer forceful. “Say that you are mine,” he pleaded, like it would be the only thing that could save his life. Perhaps it was. “Please!”
“I can’t,” his voice raspy, “I won’t. I’m not.” He spoke in fragments, coherency a thing of the past, the tightening in his stomach the only thing he knew. So close, just a bit longer, then, it would all be over.
“Please,” Sasuke tried again. “Say you’re mine. You are. Say you’re mine, no one else’s, only mine.”
“I’M NOT!” He finally withdrew his gaze from his captor’s, looking to his left and towards the vertical line of the carpet, vision swimming in and out of focus.
“You are,” Sasuke repeated, although his voice was unsure. “You have to be. I have nothing else--I must be allowed to have this. Just this, just you. Say you’re mine.”
“N-no… Nngh, Sasuke…”
“Naruto,” Sasuke returned in kind. “Just say it, that all I need. Tell me you’re mine.”
“No….”
Growling, Sasuke drew back and forced Naruto’s legs forward, knees going to the blond’s ears. Naruto yelped at the suddenly uncomfortable position, and groaned as Sasuke began to slide in deeper, scrotum tapping at his butt cheeks with every thrust.
“Nothing is mine,” Sasuke whispered brokenly, and with a start, Naruto realized that he was crying. Twin tracks of tears cut through the beaded sweat coating his face and his nose was bunched along with his mouth, face brightening as he tried to withhold sobs. “Nothing is mine. Not even this.”
Naruto didn’t think he could go faster, but he did, and now the pain was returning. It added a sharp edge to the pleasure, and his cock pulsed as it was crushed between his stomach and the flat, hard one above him.
“Not even you,” Sasuke whispered. “Please… Naruto, please… belong to me. Just me. Let me have you, all of you…”
“Sasuke,” Naruto cried, back arching, his hips driving upwards and slamming himself onto the raven.
“Naruto,” Sasuke whispered before moaning, eyes finally shutting.
The blond arched himself up once more, so close. One more push, a second one, a third, and the fourth one on the count brought him to his climax. He cried out wordlessly, tacking on a garbled version of the older boy’s name towards the end, waves of dizzying pleasure overriding his senses.
He’d been told orgasm was white. The world would suddenly be filled with light, pleasurably blinding, and causing dots to swim across your vision. That wasn’t what he saw. What he saw was just as before, but in a different color. Everything was a different shade of purple, and like a malignant tumor it crept across his mind. The color of a dark beauty, he thought, something so breath-taxingly gorgeous, and one shade lighter than black. The color of violets, the color of bruises. It consumed him as he rode out the pleasure, the tightening in his stomach releasing itself. Everything was drowned in thick purple fog. He could smell it, like sweet grapes, feel it, clawing into his skin. Too dark to see anything, and the color grew darker and darker, dragging away his consciousness.
Something suddenly stilled above him, and then a weight was pressing him into the ground once more. Heavy panting washed over his sweaty skin. The color consumed him still, and he wondered what it was that Sasuke saw.
“You’re mine,” the raven whispered into his neck. There was shifting, but Naruto couldn’t make out more than a blurred outline as the weight was lifted from his chest.
“You are mine,” he repeated. “Never forget it.”
He was slipping away. Naruto realized it moments before passing out, and he couldn’t decide whether he was happy or sad about it.
And in those last few moments, the last before he knew he’d never see Sasuke again, he heard him whisper, “And I’ll make sure you never will.”
A glint of something shiny caught his attention, but only for a split second. The sun had set, he realized. The sky was black, and so were His eyes. He fell into unconscious.
--
Naruto didn’t come to the realization that he was awake until he was a block away from his house. He paused at the street corner. He saw blue and red flashing lights. He kept walking, arms hanging loosely by his sides. He limped heavily and stepped slowly, each inch he gained paying him back with gratuitous amounts of pain. His skin was itchy with drying liquids; blood, sweat, semen and oil. He didn’t want to know what he smelled like. Probably road kill.
His clothes clung to him, too small. He’d grown so much in one afternoon, and now he felt the world could not contain him. Or that he could not contain it, and it felt like the whole weight of the world was trying to cram itself onto his back. There was a broken nature in his gate. His blond hair smelled of rust and musk. Fingerprints left in black and blue marred his skin. He was marked, over and over, everywhere. When his wounds healed, he’d still be marked, still soiled. No water, no soap, could ever wash it off.
He didn’t remember how he’d gotten outside. He didn’t recall dressing, so maybe He dressed him. He’d left Naruto outside, He must have, how else could he have gotten out? He barely had the energy to walk, let alone escape.
Naruto heard voices now, and in them, Iruka’s was the loudest. Strong arms, but not as strong as His had been, wrapped around his lanky figure, and spikes of pain shot through him.
“Naruto, oh God, Naruto.” He heard sobbing, but at least it wasn’t him this time. Swarms of men in blue shirts surrounded him, but his vision had suddenly been filled with warm brown eyes.
“Oh God, Naruto.” A hand brushed his face, which Naruto just realized was burning. “Your face… what happened to your face!?”
His face? Nothing had happened to his face. It was the rest of him that Iruka should have been paying attention to. But as if run by unseen forces, his head slowly revolved to the left, towards the windows that ran alone the bottom floor of the apartment. The white blinds had been drawn, and orange light emitted from the lamp post behind him allowed him to see. From the bottoms of his eyes down to his neck, everything was caked in blood. It looked like a mask that only covered the bottom half of his face. So much blood should not be normal, he thought. It couldn’t be.
And in that buddle of blood were six distinct tracks, so dark they might as well have been black. Three on each cheek, diagonal slits, like whisker marks.
“You truly are a monster.”
Where did that world end, Naruto wondered dizzily. And where did this new one start?
“You are mine.”
Despite his attempts at keeping his heart separate from his body.
“Never forget it.”
He didn’t lose consciousness this time, merely the last remnants of his humanity.
I don’t feel human anymore.
“And I’ll make sure you never will.”
I feel… His.
--
Three weeks later Iruka was collecting the trash from Naruto’s room. His eyes had lost the heavy bags that had gathered beneath them the week after Naruto came home drenched in blood. He wore bandages over his cheeks now, and estimates were being drawn by their insurance company over the prices of cosmetic surgery. It was dangerous, they warned him, to operate on such a highly-muscled area of the face. Permanent disfigurement was always a risk. Iruka and Naruto would have to have a talk about it later on in the week. But not today. It was a bright, sunny afternoon, and Naruto had fallen asleep on the living room couch with a comic over his face.
Iruka had grudgingly admitted, if only to himself, that there was one good thing that had come out of the fight Naruto had gotten himself into that day. He’d… not matured, per say. A week passed before he woke up just as bouncy, just as jubilant, demanding ramen and sweets and his manga collection. The blond was elated that he’d missed graduation, and even happier when Iruka mentioned that they could always move, switch schools, if the kids in this district bothered him that much. Iruka was looking into the townhouses in Konoha now, where there high school was in desperate need of new faculty due to n imprecated amount of retirements that year.
So no, it wasn’t that Naruto was more mature. Just… older. Like he’d grown several years in the time span of a few hours.
Iruka was turning the thought over in his head when he dumped the wastebasket into the industrial-sized trash bag he was trailing along with him. Something bright orange caught his attention. Blinking, he daintily picked it out from the pile with thumb and forefinger.
It was Naruto’s favorite shirt, he thought with a shock, and also the bane of Iruka‘s existence. It was the brightest shade of orange he’d ever seen with ridiculous amounts of graffiti and doodles printed all over it. It was too baggy, stretched out, and was riddled with holes, and until this point the blond had valiantly defended the article of clothing, refusing to allow his guardian to trash it.
Iruka smiled faintly. Yes, he thought, he certainly has grown.
And with that, he dumped it back into the bag, the orange shirt with its crazy mix of large, blocky, obnoxiously purple graffiti.
“Annie are you okay? Will you tell us that you’re okay?
There’s a sign in the window that he struck you--a crescendo Annie.
He came into your apartment, he left he bloodstains on the carpet.
Then you ran into the bedroom, you were struck down, it was your doom.
So Annie are you okay, are you okay Annie?
You’ve been hit by, you’ve been struck by, a smooth criminal.”
-Michael Jackson, Smooth Criminal
To Be Continued
Pairing: SasuNaru
Rating: NC17
Chapter Rating:NC17
Warnings: Explicit rape, language
Summary: It's hard learning how to save peoples lives when you're so busy trying to save your own.
Author's Notes Third part. First part here: http://community.livejournal.com/sasuxnaru/2094711.html#cutid1 . Second part here: http://community.livejournal.com/sasuxnaru/2095052.html#cutid1
His eyes flew open, but Sasuke’s were closed, and feeling awkward, he shut his, too. The movement of lips over his was slow and deliberate, like the other wanted to memorize the shape and feel of them. Like the rough end of silk they slid over his, slightly wet, mostly warm. Naruto’s lower lip was captured for a brief moment, a set of teeth seizing it in a gentle nip before a smooth tongue soothed over it before slipping into his mouth. Naruto could detect the faint taste of salt and knew it was himself he was tasting along with the ash and cinnamon. The way the tongue melded over his, ran over the roof of his mouth, lined up along his teeth, was gentle, almost passionate, and slow. The raven didn’t want to scare him, Naruto realized with bitter humor. He didn’t want him to be frightened anymore. The fear began to ebb away, though, as the kiss grew longer, but stayed at the same pace. It dissolved away into reluctant resignation, into acceptance for something he knew he’d have to put up with for now but could forget all about later.
Sasuke’s tongue slipped from his mouth, and a gentle, chaste kiss was placed at the corner of his mouth. Naruto opened his eyes to meet hopeful black ones. Two hands drew up and, as if my magic, his hands were released, and then held tenderly in rougher, larger ones. The pad of Sasuke’s thumb ran circles over the back of his hand. A hot, hard arousal was pressed tightly against his own, and although both hissed, neither moved any further.
“Well?” Sasuke asked.
“Well what?” Naruto grunted, truly beyond caring of what he was asking. The white, dizzying almost-pleasure had dissipated to be replaced by anticipatory dread, his body waiting for what it knew would come, perhaps more painful than the first time.
“Are you…” He bit his lip uncharacteristically. “Will you… Can you….”
“Can I what?” Naruto whispered hoarsely, but Sasuke just shook his head, looking down forlornly with those unfamiliar eyes, carrying an expression so familiar but so mysterious, and Naruto just couldn’t name it.
Sasuke was cupping the backs of his thighs now and lifted them until tan legs were propped and hanging over pale shoulders, and the beginnings of a blushed flush Naruto’s cheeks. Sasuke’s right hand drew down between his legs and then something warm and blunt was pressed painfully against his entrance.
Naruto winced, but the pain didn’t come. He squinted his eyes open a fraction, and black eyes consumed his entire world. A cool nose brushed alongside his and the pale face with, what Naruto now noticed, a widow’s peek, dipping down and pointing to the space between his eyebrows.
Sasuke shook his head and kissed him, long and slow, no tongue but with lips like chapped velvet. Garnering no response, he pulled back with sad eyes, shaking his head.
“Mine,” Sasuke whispered, the word ghosting over Naruto’s mouth. Blue eyes widened a fraction, and bulged frantically as Sasuke pushed himself inside.
“AHH!” He cut his own cry short by biting into his lower lip, face contorting in pain. The sound that wrenched itself from between his lips was embarrassingly loud, too shattering in such a quiet room. Above him Sasuke growled, the sound a gentle yet strong purr from the back of his throat. His eyes were squinted and teeth clenched, a pink hue on his face from exertion, pleasure marring every line of his face. He let out a low hiss and moved out a few inches before slowly thrusting himself back in, his moan meeting Naruto’s yelp.
He repeated the motion several more times, never changing speed, never going any deeper or pulling out any further. He was tense above Naruto, the muscles of his thighs and arms quivering with restraint. Naruto kept his own body tense, almost holding onto the pain, afraid to let it go, or feel the new sensation that was starting to settle in.
“Relax,” Sasuke gritted out, not stopping his pushes and pulls, “just relax. It feels good.”
Naruto’s mind responded with a resilient, “No!”, but his body was too exhausted to be defiant any longer. His muscles began to unclench, and with the tension left the pain until both were merely backdrops, hidden out of sight. The foreign pain become just one sharp shard instead of a sea of broken glass, tying him down to reality but causing him no harm. Instead his attention was focused on the other boy’s hardened member sliding in and out, hot and still too big, but it was bearable. It was more than bearable, Naruto realized. It felt almost…
“Ku-…” Sasuke eyes flashed open. He muttered something in harsh Japanese before his hands were at Naruto’s legs, prying them apart into a wide “V” shape. His hips jerked backwards, Sasuke’s back straightened, and he plunged back inside harshly, sinking nearly his entire length inside. The older boy’s chest hitched, and Naruto screamed in shock. His back arched from the floor and his hands balled into fists, eyes flying shut as over-whelming pleasure barreled into him like an eighteen-wheeler.
Panting, a second shout burst from his throat as Sasuke repeated the same motion, pulling all the way out until only the head of his erection remained inside, and surging forward in one swift push.
“Nnh…. Hn….” His breath left him in short, heady gasps that ran in sync with the raven-haired boys thrusts, his head rocking and lightly tapping against the wooden paneling behind him each time. His mind was too lost to properly focus on what was going on, over-whelmed by exhaustion, stress, fear, and now the mind-numbingly amazing feeling of Sasuke’s pushes into his body, of being filled and just now realizing he’d been empty his entire life.
“Ngh… feels… good?” Sasuke grunted out. He shifted Naruto’s legs a bit farther and then changed the angle, thrusting towards a different spot and causing his captive to scream. “Ori-- I told you… feels good…”
Naruto shifted his head to the side, breathing heavily through his nose, clenching his eyes tight shut. A smooth hand that swayed slightly cupped his cheek, and a right eye peered open with wavering vision to see pale fingers, trembling slightly.
“Look at me,” Sasuke pleased with bated breath. “Naruto, look at me.”
Naruto did, his eyes lingering on a pale neck that bobbed as Sasuke swallowed, the Adam’s Apple barely there. His blue eyes traced over pale lips which had become even paler and fuller as they were bitten into. Flushed, hollowed cheeks. Dark bags under eyes that looked more like shadow than signs of sleep deprivation. Onyx eyes, blazing bright with a fiery passion, wide and glittering like two giant diamonds. Black bangs were plastered into a knotty mat on his forehead and the spikes at the back of his head were limp, brushing around his shoulders. His body was drenched with sweat and it beaded across his face, tricking perspiration between his slightly parted lips.
“Say my name,” Sasuke gasped, slowing his hips and pounding into him with a long, steady rhythm, hands reaching down to trap his waist in a tight grasp with fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.
“W--ahh!-hy?” the blond gritted, wincing but not letting his eyes break contact with the older boy’s. His body moved against the carpet and he knew his back would be black and blue the next morning, but then again, so would the rest of him. The next morning. It was a foreign concept, to think of something outside the hear and now when the hear and now was so inescapable. Would Sasuke let him go by tomorrow morning? Would he ever let him go? Would he kill him and bury his body beneath the floorboards and let it rot away with the rats and cockroaches? Would he make Naruto forget his name, his life, and keep him forever, right here, on the floor and beneath him while he used his body? Would Naruto let him?
“P-please, just say it,” Sasuke said absent-mindedly, picking up the pace slightly, causing Naruto to groan and clench his thighs around the Uchiha’s waist.
“N-n-nhh… Sa--”
“That’s it,” Sasuke encouraged. “Say it, please, say it… Say it for me…”
“Sa--”
“Say it for me.”
“Sa---ahh! Sasukeee…” His eyes narrowed as Sasuke resumed a quicker pace, pushing himself more tightly, grinding down and leaning forward. With one hand he propped himself, with the other he lightly teased the leaking head of Naruto’s erection.
“Say it louder,” Sasuke commanded, touching but not quite pressing down, pulling his hand back when Naruto thrust up and merely causing Sasuke to slide in deeper.
“S-s-Sasuke…”
“Louder, Naruto. Say it louder.”
“Sasuke!”
“Louder.”
“Sasuke!”
Sasuke bent over him, impaling him deeply one more time before leaning into the side of his head, licking the shell of his ears and then biting into the cartilage. He whispered huskily, the words blasting heavy and hot into his ear, “Scream my name for me.” He drew back and thrust in before his hand firmly wrapped around the small boy’s member, pumping with quick, confident strokes.
“SASUKE!”
The raven groaned and bit into his shoulder, pounding hungrily, lustily murmuring Naruto’s name against his skin as Naruto cried out his. Eventually, the word “Mine” began to slip into the mantra, and then the raven was chanting that.
“Mine,” he growled. “All mine. Say it.”
Naruto shook his head once, grunting when Sasuke’s erection dug into his prostate again.
“Tell me you are mine,” Sasuke ordered. “All mine. No one else’s. Say it. Tell me it. Tell me you are mine.”
“N-no…” Would be break? Naruto wondered. Would Sasuke break the moment Naruto left him? Would he be as irreparable as Naruto felt? Would he lose himself, forget his own name, forget everything that was him? Would he have trouble imaging a tomorrow morning? Would he forget that normal things existed? Would he be trapped forever in this crimson room with haunting memories, surrounded by the coppery scent of blood and musky smell of sex? Would he forget that the moon and the sun existed, as did night and day, that stars and clouds were figments of a child’s imagination, and that all that existed was this dark twilight?
Sasuke was back to begging now, no longer forceful. “Say that you are mine,” he pleaded, like it would be the only thing that could save his life. Perhaps it was. “Please!”
“I can’t,” his voice raspy, “I won’t. I’m not.” He spoke in fragments, coherency a thing of the past, the tightening in his stomach the only thing he knew. So close, just a bit longer, then, it would all be over.
“Please,” Sasuke tried again. “Say you’re mine. You are. Say you’re mine, no one else’s, only mine.”
“I’M NOT!” He finally withdrew his gaze from his captor’s, looking to his left and towards the vertical line of the carpet, vision swimming in and out of focus.
“You are,” Sasuke repeated, although his voice was unsure. “You have to be. I have nothing else--I must be allowed to have this. Just this, just you. Say you’re mine.”
“N-no… Nngh, Sasuke…”
“Naruto,” Sasuke returned in kind. “Just say it, that all I need. Tell me you’re mine.”
“No….”
Growling, Sasuke drew back and forced Naruto’s legs forward, knees going to the blond’s ears. Naruto yelped at the suddenly uncomfortable position, and groaned as Sasuke began to slide in deeper, scrotum tapping at his butt cheeks with every thrust.
“Nothing is mine,” Sasuke whispered brokenly, and with a start, Naruto realized that he was crying. Twin tracks of tears cut through the beaded sweat coating his face and his nose was bunched along with his mouth, face brightening as he tried to withhold sobs. “Nothing is mine. Not even this.”
Naruto didn’t think he could go faster, but he did, and now the pain was returning. It added a sharp edge to the pleasure, and his cock pulsed as it was crushed between his stomach and the flat, hard one above him.
“Not even you,” Sasuke whispered. “Please… Naruto, please… belong to me. Just me. Let me have you, all of you…”
“Sasuke,” Naruto cried, back arching, his hips driving upwards and slamming himself onto the raven.
“Naruto,” Sasuke whispered before moaning, eyes finally shutting.
The blond arched himself up once more, so close. One more push, a second one, a third, and the fourth one on the count brought him to his climax. He cried out wordlessly, tacking on a garbled version of the older boy’s name towards the end, waves of dizzying pleasure overriding his senses.
He’d been told orgasm was white. The world would suddenly be filled with light, pleasurably blinding, and causing dots to swim across your vision. That wasn’t what he saw. What he saw was just as before, but in a different color. Everything was a different shade of purple, and like a malignant tumor it crept across his mind. The color of a dark beauty, he thought, something so breath-taxingly gorgeous, and one shade lighter than black. The color of violets, the color of bruises. It consumed him as he rode out the pleasure, the tightening in his stomach releasing itself. Everything was drowned in thick purple fog. He could smell it, like sweet grapes, feel it, clawing into his skin. Too dark to see anything, and the color grew darker and darker, dragging away his consciousness.
Something suddenly stilled above him, and then a weight was pressing him into the ground once more. Heavy panting washed over his sweaty skin. The color consumed him still, and he wondered what it was that Sasuke saw.
“You’re mine,” the raven whispered into his neck. There was shifting, but Naruto couldn’t make out more than a blurred outline as the weight was lifted from his chest.
“You are mine,” he repeated. “Never forget it.”
He was slipping away. Naruto realized it moments before passing out, and he couldn’t decide whether he was happy or sad about it.
And in those last few moments, the last before he knew he’d never see Sasuke again, he heard him whisper, “And I’ll make sure you never will.”
A glint of something shiny caught his attention, but only for a split second. The sun had set, he realized. The sky was black, and so were His eyes. He fell into unconscious.
--
Naruto didn’t come to the realization that he was awake until he was a block away from his house. He paused at the street corner. He saw blue and red flashing lights. He kept walking, arms hanging loosely by his sides. He limped heavily and stepped slowly, each inch he gained paying him back with gratuitous amounts of pain. His skin was itchy with drying liquids; blood, sweat, semen and oil. He didn’t want to know what he smelled like. Probably road kill.
His clothes clung to him, too small. He’d grown so much in one afternoon, and now he felt the world could not contain him. Or that he could not contain it, and it felt like the whole weight of the world was trying to cram itself onto his back. There was a broken nature in his gate. His blond hair smelled of rust and musk. Fingerprints left in black and blue marred his skin. He was marked, over and over, everywhere. When his wounds healed, he’d still be marked, still soiled. No water, no soap, could ever wash it off.
He didn’t remember how he’d gotten outside. He didn’t recall dressing, so maybe He dressed him. He’d left Naruto outside, He must have, how else could he have gotten out? He barely had the energy to walk, let alone escape.
Naruto heard voices now, and in them, Iruka’s was the loudest. Strong arms, but not as strong as His had been, wrapped around his lanky figure, and spikes of pain shot through him.
“Naruto, oh God, Naruto.” He heard sobbing, but at least it wasn’t him this time. Swarms of men in blue shirts surrounded him, but his vision had suddenly been filled with warm brown eyes.
“Oh God, Naruto.” A hand brushed his face, which Naruto just realized was burning. “Your face… what happened to your face!?”
His face? Nothing had happened to his face. It was the rest of him that Iruka should have been paying attention to. But as if run by unseen forces, his head slowly revolved to the left, towards the windows that ran alone the bottom floor of the apartment. The white blinds had been drawn, and orange light emitted from the lamp post behind him allowed him to see. From the bottoms of his eyes down to his neck, everything was caked in blood. It looked like a mask that only covered the bottom half of his face. So much blood should not be normal, he thought. It couldn’t be.
And in that buddle of blood were six distinct tracks, so dark they might as well have been black. Three on each cheek, diagonal slits, like whisker marks.
“You truly are a monster.”
Where did that world end, Naruto wondered dizzily. And where did this new one start?
“You are mine.”
Despite his attempts at keeping his heart separate from his body.
“Never forget it.”
He didn’t lose consciousness this time, merely the last remnants of his humanity.
I don’t feel human anymore.
“And I’ll make sure you never will.”
I feel… His.
--
Three weeks later Iruka was collecting the trash from Naruto’s room. His eyes had lost the heavy bags that had gathered beneath them the week after Naruto came home drenched in blood. He wore bandages over his cheeks now, and estimates were being drawn by their insurance company over the prices of cosmetic surgery. It was dangerous, they warned him, to operate on such a highly-muscled area of the face. Permanent disfigurement was always a risk. Iruka and Naruto would have to have a talk about it later on in the week. But not today. It was a bright, sunny afternoon, and Naruto had fallen asleep on the living room couch with a comic over his face.
Iruka had grudgingly admitted, if only to himself, that there was one good thing that had come out of the fight Naruto had gotten himself into that day. He’d… not matured, per say. A week passed before he woke up just as bouncy, just as jubilant, demanding ramen and sweets and his manga collection. The blond was elated that he’d missed graduation, and even happier when Iruka mentioned that they could always move, switch schools, if the kids in this district bothered him that much. Iruka was looking into the townhouses in Konoha now, where there high school was in desperate need of new faculty due to n imprecated amount of retirements that year.
So no, it wasn’t that Naruto was more mature. Just… older. Like he’d grown several years in the time span of a few hours.
Iruka was turning the thought over in his head when he dumped the wastebasket into the industrial-sized trash bag he was trailing along with him. Something bright orange caught his attention. Blinking, he daintily picked it out from the pile with thumb and forefinger.
It was Naruto’s favorite shirt, he thought with a shock, and also the bane of Iruka‘s existence. It was the brightest shade of orange he’d ever seen with ridiculous amounts of graffiti and doodles printed all over it. It was too baggy, stretched out, and was riddled with holes, and until this point the blond had valiantly defended the article of clothing, refusing to allow his guardian to trash it.
Iruka smiled faintly. Yes, he thought, he certainly has grown.
And with that, he dumped it back into the bag, the orange shirt with its crazy mix of large, blocky, obnoxiously purple graffiti.
“Annie are you okay? Will you tell us that you’re okay?
There’s a sign in the window that he struck you--a crescendo Annie.
He came into your apartment, he left he bloodstains on the carpet.
Then you ran into the bedroom, you were struck down, it was your doom.
So Annie are you okay, are you okay Annie?
You’ve been hit by, you’ve been struck by, a smooth criminal.”
-Michael Jackson, Smooth Criminal
To Be Continued