Breaking Apart

Breaking Apart

Warnings: MORBID, DARK, TWISTED FIC. RAPE. Yaoi. I am writing this a stress reliever. It is twisted and MORBID with disturbing images. Sorry, I do not have a beta, so this is unbetaed- read at your own risk.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto. I am writing this for fun.


Chapter 7: We are Here
‘Naruto’s thoughts’
“talking”

I eye the makeshift whip warily. I can feel my heartbeat speed up with a mixture of fear and anticipation. My eyes rise to Sasuke’s face and I am surprised by what I see. I see what I expect to see possessiveness and dominance, but there is also a vague tenderness that seems out of place. ‘That is not part of our game,’ I think angrily, ‘This is not about tenderness. Not about caring’

“And what do you think to do with that, teme?” I challenge softly.

Instead of the challenge angering him into leaving off his false tenderness, Sasuke laughs with genuine amusement. ‘That’s rare. Sasuke laughing is just odd.’

“You know, Naruto,” Sasuke starts with a shake of his head. He moves the whip so that it trails over my body lightly, and continues, “You really are full of surprises. Where is the meek creature that allowed me to tie him to the bed without a fight? Where is the crying, trembling Naruto?”

I close my eyes against the feel of the whip. The touches are so light, so soft, so very different than how menacing it looks. I can feel my fear and desire well up again.

“Open your eyes,” Sasuke demands. I refuse. The feel of the whip is too much like long-forgotten dreams for me to give it up on a command. I move my body so that as much of the whip touches me as possible. It whispers against my skin promising pleasure in ways I never thought something as menacing as a whip could cause. It hardly matters that Sasuke is the one wielding the whip. The sensation makes me forget everything but the whispers of pleasure and the whip is creating them.

I feel it trail off my torso and move down between my legs. I gasp softly, I almost melt with its sweetness. It makes the pain that much sharper when Sasuke gives a flick of his wrist making the tail end of the whip lash against my inner thigh. The pain startles me. I gasp, opening my eyes to stare at the ceiling as the whip begins to trail softly again. The lingering pain and the sweetness war against each other, battling for dominance.

I hear Sasuke purr, “That’s better.” His voice melts over me and I can’t help but feel satisfied with the satisfaction in his voice. I hear him continue in a whisper, “Don’t make me punish you Naruto. Then again, make me punish you. I think I’d like that.”

My eyes narrow on his face. Seeing his desire in the tense lines of his body. And although his face has a look of lazy smugness, his body tells a different story. The outline of his hard cock through his pants tells me he is not nearly as unaffected as he looks.

“You have not earned the right to look at me that way. Do you think you have earned the right to look at me that way?” Sasuke asks sharply.

I feel the whip, which had been trailing across my shoulders, lash my chest. This time the pain is sharper. I was prepared for it, and it hurt more because I knew it was coming.

I remain silent. Not certain if that was a question he wanted me to answer or not. I strip my face of emotion and wait. I know that I am not playing my part well. But I am not weak in this way. I have no idea how to engage in this game without fighting to be free or losing myself. I still have no desire to fight. And I doubt if Sasuke will let me lose myself. He’s already said as much.

“Answer me!” Sasuke demands bring the whip down across my chest. This time I jumped and writhed at the burning pain the lashed causes. ‘Damn it! That hurt.’ I look down at the lash mark to see that he's actually broken my skin. Blood wells quickly before it can be healed. I watch with morbid fascination as Kyuubi begins heals it so that only the barest hint of blood shows. All that remains of the lash is the faint trail of blood left behind.

Sasuke strikes me again tearing a sob of pain from me

“That is not the answer I was looking for dobe,” Sasuke says silkily.

As I turn to look at him he is raising the whip again, I quickly shout, “What? What’s the question?”

The whip came down at an incredible speed, as if I hadn’t said a word, this time it hit me across my stomach opening up a ridge of flesh. I scream. It feels like fire and ice all at the same time. The pain is unbearable.

“I told you earlier,” Sasuke says calmly, ignoring my scream and my now ragged breathing. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

I watch Sasuke with almost pure fear. Sobs fight their way out of my mouth as Kyuubi heals the newest lash. It feels like little needles are stitching my flesh together. Kyuubi’s healing is never pleasant. He doesn’t spare me the pain that accompanies mending flesh, but now it seems like he is being deliberately cruel. Like he is playing this game as well.

Another lash strikes me and my mind goes blank from the pain. Sasuke struck me in the same place as the mending lash. I don’t bother to look at it. It feels as if he has cut right through my body with his whip.

I close my eyes against the agony. ‘I can’t take this. I thought I could. I can’t.’ I can’t think of anything but random denials as the pain consumes my every thought. I am paralyzed by it.

“Open your eyes, dobe,” Sasuke grits out as he lashes me across my upper body opening another ridge of flesh.

I fight to open my eyes. But I don’t try to look at him. I just stare at the ceiling as tears I had been unconsciously fighting begin to fall down the sides of my face and sobs force their way out of my throat.

‘I am pain,’ I think brokenly. ‘But I can’t even do this. It’s too much.’

It takes time for me to realize that the blows have stopped coming. The pain is beginning to lessen, but even Kyuubi’s healing cannot take all the pain such wounds cause. Though my flesh has mended, the burning still remains.

It is when I feel the whip begin to trail across me sweetly again that I fight against breaking into full sobs. Instead, I whimper and try to move away from the whip. I can’t take the sweetness after all that pain.

‘It’s so cruel. He’s so cruel.’ I didn’t realize that I’d said my thoughts aloud.

“What is that?” Sasuke responds in a caring voice. "I’m cruel you say?”

I don’t dare look at him. But I nod my head in a small, quick gesture. I already know the consequences of not answering his questions. I wait in fear for the next lash for my insolence. When it doesn’t come I still don’t turn to look at him. I don’t dare turn to see what new game this is. I don’t know why the lashes have stopped, but they have.

‘He doesn’t ****ing care.’ I think bitterly to myself.

“What does that make you, hmm? You who would give yourself away to Shino as if I don’t exist.”

Shock makes me turn to look at him, “Shino- What?” As my mind whirls trying to understand what he is saying, I realize my mistake.

I turn my head away as Sasuke brings the whip down across my legs. I hear the command echoing through my mind, ]don’t make me repeat myself. The new pain is more muted than the other lashes. But it still hurts. It hurts like hell. If it were the only hurt I suffered, then it would be bearable. But when you add it to the burning of the other lashes, it is more than I could take. ‘I can’t take much more.’

“I’m sorry,” I say in a rush to avoid more lashes as another comes down on my legs. I fight through the pain to continue, “I just didn't understand you. Please, please, no more I’m sorry,” I finish with a broken whisper.

I feel shame bubble up inside me as I beg for forgiveness. Past shames come to mind. Memories of Orochimaru and the prison inmates swim before me as I begin to quake.

“Look at me,” Sasuke demands softly.

I force myself to turn my head slowly. Knowing if I don’t he’ll just open more of my skin. I hate it because I do not want him to see my shame, my brokenness.

I turn my face towards him, but I cannot bring my eyes to look into his face. I don’t want to see the disgust and pity I am sure I will find reflected there. ‘No one likes weakness. And I am so weak.’

“Look at me.” Sasuke demands more firmly.

I flinch at his tone, but my eyes fly to his- hoping to avoid another lash from his whip. I can barely see him through my tears. I whimper in fear as his hand moves to my face. But I don’t move away. I am too afraid to move. I feel him begin to tenderly wipe away my tears and a whole new type of pain ripples through me. The tenderness hurts almost as much as the lashes, just differently. The lashes tore at my body, but this tenderness is tearing at my soul because of its falseness. ‘How can he be like this? How can he be like this and still hurt me like he does?’

“It’s just me, Naruto. Not Orochimaru, not some nameless man- me.” Sasuke says gently wiping away every tear that falls from my eyes. “You are not in the Sound. You are here. We are here. We are here, Naruto, together.”

I search his face for clues of what he is trying to say. And though I am suffering too much pain to fully understand his words, my shame begins to lessen. As I let the tenderness on his face and in his touch sink in, the sweetness tearing at my soul becomes golden. The pain that I feel begins to entwine with the sweetness, intensifying the sensations so much that I start to turn my head into Sasuke’s caresses following his hand.

“There is pleasure in pain,” Sasuke whispers as his hands ghost down my neck causing slivers of pleasure to slide down my back.

‘Pleasure,’ the word ripples through my mind and body as Sasuke begins to lightly trace his fingers over my chest crossing the now invisible lash lines, smearing my blood across my chest. The pain of his touch is heightened by the tenderness and care, pleasure beings to roll off of his fingers. Sharp, hot, pleasure begins to bleed out of my skin where the lashes once were. Then his fingers are gone.

I watch as Sasuke moves back to his original position away from the bed, licking my blood off of his fingers. My body responds to the desire in his eyes. ‘We are here together.’


TBC