Adopted Love

  Warning: This chapter contains child abuse and molestation.  Don’t like don’t read.

  Zetsu whimpered as Madara's cold hands pulled him from the bed.  He cried out as he hit the floor with a loud thump. He heard Madara behind him laugh, and he wasn’t prepared for the kick that sent him slamming into the wall next.

  "ARGH!" Zetsu screamed out as he felt his arm breaking at the impact.

  Madara sniggered, leaning down next to Zetsu and lifting the boy by the hair to look him in the eye.

  "You ugly little fuck," Madara growled out, punching Zetsu numerous times in the stomach before slamming him into the wall. "I don’t know why Pein and Konan even bothered to bring you home -- you look worthless to me; won’t be of any use in my organisation. I'll make you a deal; seeing as you're so scared right now, if you can stop me from raping your pathetic ass I'll leave you be -- but if you can’t stop me… you're going to enjoy it."

  Madara grinned.  He knew that it wasn’t a fair deal at all, and that’s what Madara loved. 

  Zetsu had no hope of defending himself against Madara.  He screamed as the Uchiha forced his clothes off.  He desperately tried to cover himself -- he had never been naked in front of anyone before and he knew that it was wrong to let someone that he didn’t know to see him naked -- even if he didn’t know why.

  Madara bashed Zetsu's face into the ground.  Zetsu’s nose broke from the impact and the kid soon enough started to struggle.

  "Stop it," Madara hissed with deadly venom in his voice, "or I'll break your neck and fuck your dead body."

  Zetsu whimpered at the threat and held himself still as best he could despite his panic. He cried out in discomfort when cold hands gripped his testicles and started squeezing. 

  Madara then grabbed Zetsu's right arm and twisted it enough to snap the elbow bone in half.

  "PEIN!" Both sides of Zetsu screamed out in agony. "PEIN!"

  Madara laughed and grabbed a kunai from his pocket.  He ran it along Zetsu's stomach, drawing rivers of blood. He smirked at Zetsu's screams and brought the bloodied kunai to his mouth.  He lapped hungrily at the blood, onyx eyes fixated on Zetsu.

  "Tastes good, Zetsu."  Madara chuckled and leant down, licking at Zetsu's mouth. "I have something for you. You want some... milk?"

  Zetsu stared at Madara with wide, fearful eyes. He didn’t understand what Madara really meant, and like any innocent child, assumed he meant the kind of milk that came from cows.  What bothered him the most was why Madara – who seemed to love inflicting such pain on Zetsu – was now kind enough to offer Zetsu a drink.

  “…” Zetsu just stared, tears dripping down his cheeks.

  Madara laughed loudly, patting Zetsu on the head. “You’ll love my milk, Zetsu!  Let’s give it a go!"

  Zetsu stared at the ground, not realising what was happening, even when he heard the sound of a zip being undone. He looked up at Madara, who had taken his clothes off.  Zetsu tilted his head, his wide eyes filled to the brim with confusion.

  "When you suck my cock enough you'll get your milk…" Madara purred for an explanation.  He pulled Zetsu’s face down to his erection.

  "N-no..." Zetsu whimpered, turning his head to the side when he saw the hardened member. "We d-don’t understand..."

  "It's okay, Zetsu..." Madara cooed, turning Zetsu's head to face his member.  He forced the child's mouth open and shoved it in. "Just suck it nice and hard and you'll get your milk..."

  Zetsu choked, not used to anything being shoved down his throat before.  Out of instinct, he bit down hard, earning a yelp from Madara and the unwelcome object being removed.

  "STUPID BRAT!" Madara shouted, kicking Zetsu in the face, sending the boy flying into the window.

  The shards cut Zetsu up as he fell back to the ground.  He curled up into a ball, whimpering quietly as tears spilt down his face.

  Madara leant down next to Zetsu, gently stroking the boy's hair.  He smiled softly at Zetsu.

  Zetsu curled up even tighter -- he didn’t understand why Madara's mood had changed in a split-second with no warning.  It terrified him.

  "I knew you were weak."  Madara smirked, lifting Zetsu onto his lap. "Might as well kill all the emotions from you right now so you'll be easier to train."

  Madara's hand snaked down from Zetsu's head and to his lap, stroking. Zetsu cried out at the sensation, tear-filled eyes staring into Madara's. Madara smiled softly again, leaning down to kiss Zetsu's lips tenderly.

  "Change of plans… I'll kill your emotions next..."  He whispered in a husky voice.  "First, we have fun…”

  Zetsu gulped as he watched Madara’s hands move to the zipper of his pants.  He didn’t understand what was happening but he knew that it was bad.  Oh, how right he was…