Learning the Ropes

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(This chapter also posted on jl and y-gallery when this site was down. Gomen and all that.)







Neji cast Byakugan, and tugged Sasuke by his rope collar out of the storage room.



Cold wind hit Sasuke’s bare skin. During his long initiation, night had fallen and the streets of Konoha were cool and dark so the only warmth in his hold world radiated from Neji. He lied – told himself it was the cold and not his fear that set him shaking – and pressed himself close to Neji.



The Hyuuga barely noticed as he scanned the path in both directions, eyes weirdly luminous in the moonlight. Then he pulled Sasuke along with him into the street.



They tracked around buildings, through parks and courtyards, cut a winding road back toward the Hyuuga house. Neji looked neither right or left, but Sasuke got the sense that he was watching all around somehow because they never encountered anyone else but once, and by the time the black clad figure had passed, Neji had pulled Sasuke close, put a hand to his mouth and pressed him back against the icy alley wall to hide them both.



The older boy’s punishment, the fact that Neji had never abandoned him – had given Sasuke a certain faith that Neji didn’t intended to reveal his secret to anyone, but his heart still raced until he was safe inside at last...and bold enough to raise his eyes for a look around.



Neji’s room was small, for as big as the old Hyuuga house was, and apart from the main complex. Inside, the foot of the bed came close to blocking the door. Other furnishings were few, expensive-looking, but not ornate. Just exactly what he’d expected, at least, from what he could see in the seconds before Neji turned him forcibly around.



One hand on Sasuke’s hip, Neji pushed on the smaller boy’s back and kicked his feet apart until he bent over and rested his forearms against the wall, ninety degrees to the floor.



“Sure you don’t want out?” he asked.



Sasuke muttered an affirmative.



Neji pinched a hunk of flesh at his hip.



“Yes, Neji-sama,” Sasuke corrected, all the contrition he wasn’t feeling evident in his voice.



“You really are so proud,” the older boy mused, tracing the long curve of Sasuke’s spine down to his ass.



Sasuke hadn’t the remotest clue where on his person Neji had managed to hide a damn paddle, but it was in the older boy’s free hand as if he’d conjured it out of the void and it came down on his rump with trademark Hyuuga accuracy.



Sasuke’s cry was wordless, indignant.



The paddle struck him again, deliberately harder this time and Sasuke’s cry was a little less furious and a little more a plea. He didn’t dare beg Neji to stop for fear the older boy would stop altogether – as much as he hated to admit it, the Hyuuga abused him in ways he enjoyed – but maybe if he saw that Sasuke had surrendered, he’d relent a little.



He didn’t. The more Sasuke whined, the faster he came, until Sasuke’s ass was hot and stinging from blows, his pale skin flushed all over from exertion and shame. The only thing worse than the pain and indignity was the sound, the horrible crack of the wood against his skin.



Sasuke fumed. He’d never been whipped in his youth. He’d never given his parents cause to discipline him so roughly. Their disappointment had always been enough to check him. It was humiliating, now, to be treated like an errant child.



He retaliated by holding his tongue, biting back all further cries. If Neji was going to be harsh, he was going to be as rebellious as he could within the limits the Hyuuga had set. He wouldn’t give the older boy everything.



His stubbornness irritated Neji, but despite the bruising force of the paddle, Sasuke didn’t cry out anymore and when Sasuke’s cheeks were streaked with tears, the Hyuuga stopped. Apparently satisfied with even so small a loss of composure, Neji looked down at Sasuke, spoke to him in that horrible mocking way he had. “Your pride is no use to you here,” he whispered, sliding his hands all the way down Sasuke’s ribs and around to his bruised cheeks. He kneaded the tender skin none-too-gently. “This is your fault. You know that? You never fully yield.”



Sasuke answered respectfully, but he kept his voice impassive. “Your forgiveness, Neji-sama.”



Neji scoffed and with that he caught Sasuke’s hair, pulled him upright and breathed in his ear. “Don’t move.”



Sasuke stared obediently at the blank wall in front of him and listened as Neji crossed to his bureau and started rummaging through the drawers. He didn’t really want to look anyway, to see what was coming.



When Neji reappeared soundlessly behind him, he pushed him up against the wall so hard that buckles on the front of his shirt ground into Sasuke’s back. Sasuke turned his cheek to the cool paneling and shut his eyes as Neji slid a slicked hand down between them and pushed two fingers into his heat, felt around inside him as he traced the curve of Sasuke’s ear slowly with his tongue.



“Don’t cum,” he whispered.



Sasuke’s breath hitched. His legs were so shaky it was hard to stand.



Neji felt him trembling, knew he was ready and withdrew his hand. He stood back a little, held Sasuke against the wall with a palm between his shoulders and placed something smooth and cold between his bruised cheeks.



Sasuke went rigid, bit down on his lip.



“Relax,” Neji ordered, his impatience obvious. “Haven’t you learned by now that I’m not going to ruin you.” He pushed the cold thing into him a little and Sasuke whimpered. It wasn’t that it hurt so much, just that he was scared, but it didn’t matter anyway. Neji ignored his pleas and pressed it gradually deeper, passed the little knot of pleasure that turned his muscles to mush, and deeper until the cold thing narrowed abruptly and widened again. Sasuke’s muscles closed around the thinner part, and he let go a long-held breath. His skin was covered all over with a thin layer of sweat, but it was done. He’d taken all of it. He sagged against the wall, panting.



Neji pressed close again, nudged the knob at the end of the long shaft inside Sasuke.



“That’s going to stay there until I take it out.” He thrust against the smaller boy’s ass, heard Sasuke choke back a moan. “Don’t cum,” he said sternly.



“H-hai,” Sasuke breathed, too hopelessly lost in his need for release for anything more than that. Resistance was so far gone from his mind that he didn’t feel capable of acting on his own. He just waited for Neji to move him, to push him this way or that, to show him what he wanted. The older boy manipulated his body like a doll’s, pulling his slack arms around behind him. He lashed them roughly together with electrical tape, laced up and down from elbow to wrist, and pulled Sasuke around to face him.



Sasuke didn’t raise his eyes, but Neji made a sound at the sight of him, half a growl and undeniably approving. Sasuke was flushed, bruised, spent, his black eyes red-rimmed from crying. How Neji could find him remotely appealing escaped him, but the Hyuuga’s body language made it clear enough he did. He hauled Sasuke over to the foot of his bed by the rope around his neck, jabbed two fingers at the flesh just under his ribs. Sasuke reeled, dropped to his knees.



Neji stood aside and shed his clothes.



Sasuke was still breathless from the blow when Neji edged around in front of him and sat down on the foot of the bed.



“Suck,” he ordered.



Sasuke looked up and he couldn’t breathe again. He’d never seen Neji naked until now. He was extraordinarily beautiful, with his silky hair combed over one shoulder so it half-curtained his hard stomach and fell to the top of a strong, white thigh. His eyes were cold and impassive as always, but his nose and ears were blushed pink.



Neji frowned at the smile on Sasuke’s upturned face and yanked him closer. “Do it,” he demanded.



Sasuke didn’t refuse, but neither did he take his eyes off Neji as he leaned forward and slid his tongue around the tip of his cock, got beneath him and played with the sensitive strip of flesh on the underside of his shaft. Then back up over the tip. He took as much as he could in his mouth while pressing his tongue hard to the livest parts of the older boy’s arousal.



As he rocked back on his heels to ease off Neji’s shaft, he sat down a little harder on the end of the plug Neji had forced into his hole. It bumped against that sensitive knot inside him and he moaned aloud around Neji’s cock. When he took the older boy down again, he deliberately hit that spot once more, twitched at the hint of ecstacy it brought him and smiled again to himself. For the first time all day, he had control of his own pleasure. And Neji’s.



He wondered dimly if the older boy had simply miscalculated, or if he had given Sasuke that power on purpose. Perhaps he’d assumed that Sasuke wouldn’t abuse it, but if he expected that, he was certainly mistaken.



Sasuke kept his gaze fixed on Neji’s face, and while he couldn’t touch him, it brought him no end of satisfaction the way the muscles in his jaw bunched as he clenched his teeth. The older boy was fighting to keep from screaming, to keep his breath from coming in ragged gasps.



Sasuke wanted to hear him beg for it.



He poured every ounce of skill he’d ever learned in his life into driving Neji to the edge with his mouth and dragging him back again. Almost there, but never quite enough. He pleasured himself in the process of denying Neji, leaked precum all over the floor of the older boy’s bedroom. It was cruel, delicious, just exactly the way Neji’s torture had been for him and he loved it. A bit of the old need for vengeance, he thought drily, gaze still glued to the Hyuuga’s face.



Neji’s lids had drifted shut, but now they opened wide again. At the sight of Sasuke’s dark, defiant eyes, his frown deepened and he caught hold of the boy’s rope collar on the downstroke and pulled him steadily forward.



“All of it,” he ordered, taking back control.



Sasuke resisted instinctively, tried to inch away, but the cord cut into the back of his neck, brought him more fully onto Neji’s shaft a little at a time. Sasuke whined, but Neji ignored him. They both knew he could do this.



Sasuke abandoned thoughts of revenge and focused all his attention on trying not to choke. He started to gag despite himself, but Neji caught a hand in his hair, moved him roughly into position and steered himself past the bend in his throat.



Tears streamed down Sasuke’s cheeks at the effort, but Neji rewarded him with an animal moan of ecstacy when he’d sheathed himself completely. Fine hairs tickled the tip of Sasuke’s nose, the older boy’s legs trembled so hard that Sasuke shook.



Sasuke felt powerful again. He was the agent. Neji could hurt him, but only as far as he was willing to submit. Pleasure for both of them depended on him, on his willingness to play the game. Unlike every other time before, he could make it stop if he chose. The revelation warmed him from the core outward.



Then, Neji’s hand tightened in his hair, reminded him that he was waiting and Sasuke eased up halfway and took him down again.



Neji released Sasuke, planted his hands on the mattress and thrust into the other boy’s mouth. Sasuke had figured out now how to work around his instinct to gag, and he alternated between short, quick strokes with Neji’s cock deep in his throat, and easing back entirely to bathe the shaft with his tongue.



By then, Neji had come undone, just dissolved, became a hopeless stream of wordless, guttural compliments until he collected himself enough to realize he had to stop this, and soon.



Pushing Sasuke off him, he stood, lifted the smaller boy off the ground by the straps that secured his arms and tossed him forward over the foot of the bed. Sasuke landed again on his knees, bent chest-down atop the blankets. The edge of the mattress hit had him hard enough in the stomach that he couldn’t breathe for a minute, not enough to even to cry out when Neji pulled the plug from his hole and threw it across the floor.



He entered Sasuke in one driving thrust, collapsed over him gasping, and whispered in his ear. “You can cum now.”



Sasuke found his breath, then, let go a long, soft whimper. Finally, after all the waiting and wanting and fighting for mastery of his body, he had permission.



Neji’s hand found his cock, swirled his wetness around the tip. It was Sasuke’s turn for pleading incoherence. He didn’t need attention there; he was so close already.



The Hyuuga understood. Sliding his hands to Sasuke’s back, he held him down and rammed into him, pounded him so hard that he was lifting Sasuke off his knees with every stroke.



Sasuke moaned.



Neji could be as rough as he liked, but he couldn’t punish with this. Sasuke had longed for his body, suffered through all the shame and hours of aching want for it. The Hyuuga could be as brutal and merciless as he cared to be – Sasuke was plenty wet and stretched enough to take it. It wouldn’t be long now anyway. He could feel Neji straining to hold off.



Sasuke just let it come, the longest, most intense and breathtaking orgasm he could ever remember having had. Neji had just been waiting for him, and he let himself go as soon as he felt Sasuke’s ass tighten around his cock. The boy beneath him hadn’t even spent himself entirely when Neji filled him up again, drowning out Sasuke’s cries for an instant with his own before he collapsed on top of him. They waited together until the tremors stopped, until the tingling feeling in Sasuke’s hands and feet subsided and their breathing slowed.



Neji was the first to move. He lifted himself up enough to rake a hand up the back of Sasuke’s neck into his messy hair. He ruffled it, smoothed it again. It gave Sasuke goosebumps. Such a gentle touch, and from Neji, and like the kiss earlier, he didn’t know what to do with it.



He pushed Neji’s hand away.



Neji laughed at him again, willing to indulge a little defiance now that he’d had his way. Standing, he pulled Sasuke up after him.



“Well, come on, then,” he said. “Let’s clean you up.”