Stone Cold

Disclaimer: Kishimoto owns everyone in this story.
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Sasuke is standing next to the memorial, where I told him to meet me. The moon is almost full; it's a beautiful night, but I know nobody will come around here to interrupt us. He sees me approaching and shifts his position slightly to acknowledge my presence. He has that usual look of bored indifference that tells me he suspects nothing unusual about tonight and my order to meet me here, alone.

I stop four feet from Sasuke. He watches me impassively as I study his features- his soft hair barely distinguishable from the shadows, and the cold skin made pale but not at all bright in the moonlight; study his small frame, so thin and fragile it's hard to realize he's stronger than any of his peers, yet still- he's still so much weaker than me... and most importantly of all, those cold hard eyes that look so unbreakable in their icy cage. I want to break them. I want to shatter his ice and make him melt. I keep staring at those eyes- not into, because nobody can get into Sasuke's impenetrable eyes, at least not yet- I stare at those eyes and-

My hand shoots out and shoves him against the memorial, and before he can push me away my body is pinning his, and my right hand holds his left above his head while my left grabs the arm that's pushing against my shoulder. I cover his mouth with mine, push my tongue against his gritted teeth.

He's struggling with all the tactics he knows to dislodge an enemy from this position; his movements make him buck his body against my already hard cock. He tries to shake his head from side to side to break the kiss, and makes a whimpering noise of protest against my mouth. I pull my head back and look at him, grinning, while he pants and searches me with still-cold eyes for an explaination. He would assume he was expected to fight me, that this was a training exercise, and would have continued to attack me without concern if I hadn't kissed him. He keeps his face blank and asks with his eyes what is happening. In response, I leer even wider, push my knee between his legs and start to lick wildly at his neck. Sasuke stretches his head away from me and tries to protest- "Keh--- Kakashi- sensei..." It sounds like a warning. He tries again to push me away.

I growl and cuff him hard in the head for his resistance. He loses coordination for a moment and I throw him down onto the flat section of the memorial, landing immediately on top of him. The back of his head cracks against stone. I let his one of his hands go so I can pin his arm with one hand and take off his shorts with the other. The whole time I'm working over his neck with my tongue, sliding it along his jaw line, pressing it into a spot near his ear that makes his breath catch, biting and sucking over his jugular.

I open my pants, then undo the fastening in his shorts and yank them down. "No! Stop it!" he shouts, trying to knee away my legs and butt his head into mine. His free hand slams hard into my side and I let go of his shorts to wrench it across his body. He struggles and jerks. "Don't-" his voice cracks. I pull away from his neck and look into those eyes. They're hard and furious, like smoldering coals. "Stop! Don't!"

I'm panting, smiling, and I rub against his crotch. "Kakashi. Stop. It." he growls in stone-cold fury. I run my tongue along the bridge of his nose and he grits his teeth and squeezes his eyes shut tight. His head strains away from me and I move to nip and bite at his collarbone, tugging down the collar of his shirt. He tries to wrench away, but I'm stronger than him. I hold him down with my forehead against his upper chest and lift my legs to remove his shorts completely, and he bucks hard with a shout, twisting away violently. My head slips away and he catches my jaw in a glancing blow with his shoulder. He manages to roll almost onto his stomach with that move and almost throws me, carrying my body along with his motion because my hand is still deadlocked onto the arm I'm pinning across his chest. I land on the other side of him, still facing him. I still have his right arm and with my left I hit him in the abdomen to subdue him. His legs kick but are restrained by the shorts around his calves. He punches me in the throat and head-butts my chest. I keep slamming my fist into his side, even though I know that no matter how much I punch him, the boy will keep fighting back. I let go of his arm and grab his wrists, too slow to dodge me, and force him back onto his back and pin him again with my chest against his. His teeth sink into my shoulder and make me gasp; I wrench away and counter with a head-butt. I leave his legs alone long enough for him to kick free of his shorts, then pin one thigh down with my hip, my lower body now separating his legs. I pull myself up a little and my erection is rubbing against his crack, my belly grinding against his cock. Sasuke is whimpering softly and starting to get hard. His body keeps struggling, stiffening, jerking. I can feel his heart beating frantically between our chests. I bring his right hand to my mouth, unbuckle the sleeve with my teeth and pull it off so I can bite his wrist. I do it hard, drawing blood, leaving a scar for him to rub whenever it reminds him of this night. His arm keeps making punching movements towards my face, but I'm too strong for him to hit me over even rip away from my tearing mouth. He's whimpering more loudly now, trying and failing to stifle his cries, as I bite his wrist harder and grind more urgently into his crotch. His body is jerking more sporadically as his panic rises, and his arm is trembling. I slam his bare arm back onto the stone and kiss him with my mouth full of blood. I push my elbow against his throat so I can feel it convulse when he swallows. Down there I'm hard, throbbing, close, and he is stiff and damp against my belly.

I break the kiss to look into his eyes but this time they're squeezed shut. His face is straining against crying and his panting is strangled with choked sobs. I bare my teeth in a frown and hiss, "Be strong!"

In one fast move I have him on his stomach, my cock immediately at the edge of his entrance. "No," he sobs, trying to push himself up against me, still trying to force me off. I push closer. "NO!!!" he yells in a rough furious voice, and he jerks with such sudden violence that he lifts himself off the stone, is on his hands and knees for a moment before I force him back down with all my strength. I lock him down like metal, all my muscles responding to counteract the struggles of his muscles. His torn wrist is so slick with blood I have trouble keeping a firm grasp on it; I have such a secure grip on the rest of his body that I let it go, using my hand to guide myself into him, mixing his blood with my precum to lubricate. His free hand flies to punch and claw at my face, and I catch it in my mouth, lower teeth digging into his open wound. He cries and tries to cover my nose with his hand, struggling harder rather than being subdued by the pain. I release his wrist to pant and he backhands my face, then slams his hand against the stone when I nudge into his rim. I think he tries to say "Stop" but it comes out as "Aah- ahhhhh--" and he continues to growl, moan and shout as I push in further. As soon as my full thickness is past his ring, I thrust hard. His body is ground into the stone, my hand almost breaks his good wrist, my cock hits his prostate and he screams. I pull almost completely out and then slam back in just as hard. His body stops writhing and goes stiff, every muscle pushing against stone and against me in one frozen motion. He cries out with every pant, moaning and yelling. I move faster, harder. Once he manages to bark out, "No!" but the rest is incoherent moans. I'm close to climax when I hear him scream as he comes, his cock rubbed to climax by the motion between his body and the stone. His body gets even stiffer and he clenches hard around me, forcing me to come with a sharp shuddering breath. He collapses under me, shivering. I pull out slowly, lift my body off of his and roll him onto his back. He seems to sense that it's over, and even though I'm finally not touching him he doesn't try to escape. His eyes are closed and he's panting. I watch him for several long moments, then say, "Sasuke..."

"Goaway," he breathes through gritted teeth. His eyes are still closed and he turns his head away from me. His breathing is ragged and I know he's doing everything he can not to cry. I touch his face. He jerks and starts to shake. "Go-" his voice breaks and when I continue to touch him it occurs to him that it might not be over, and he tenses. All I do is run my fingers lightly along his cheek. He curls up on his side, buries his face in his forearms and starts to cry. His entire body jerks with his sobs, except for his mutilated hand, which is twitching and trembling on its own.

I gather him in my arms and clutch him possesively to me as he sobs, rubbing his back. I grope for my shirt, rip a peice of fabric off and tie it around his wounded wrist. As I nuzzle my face against his sobbing neck, I know for certain that he was raped in much the same way by his brother Itachi. I know I have broken any shred of trust he had dared to have in me, in another person. And I know that from now on in our training, Sasuke will be able to put all of the murderous anger he has for his brother towards me. He needs this in his training. He needs to attack a stronger opponent with all the rage he will attack his brother until one day he kills me, and then he will be ready to defeat Itachi. I will rape him again like this, and again, until he is able to fight me off. Until he's able to focus all that humilation and fear and anger into a deadly force.

I release him, gently letting him slide onto the cold memorial. He sits sideways, supporting himself on his arms, not looking at me. I tilt his chin up to look into his eyes, and they are harder and colder than ever beneath their mask of tears, more like molten ice than water. His betrayed eyes boil into mine.
Tears hit stone.
"I expect you to meet us for group training tomorrow," I say, and walk away.

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Please review! ^____^ I'm open to suggestions on where to break that huge fucking paragraph. Flames are welcome, they lead to ideas for more violent fics. :D

Hmmm... This was meant to be a one-shot, but some comments made by reviewers made me think that maybe I could expand this into a longer story, give it a plot, maybe someone sees it happen, maybe Itachi comes in later... Suggestions, please!

And yes, I'm planning on writing fics with Itachi/Sasuke and Orochimaru/Sasuke. Already planning a one-shot shower scene with Itachi, also one where Sasuke gets his revenge.
Working on something with Orochimaru, featuring Orochimaru's Incredible Stretchy Powers. XD
Planning on a long one with a darker, somewhat disturbed Kakashi and a self-mutillating Sasuke... Maybe more fics where Sasuke cuts himself, maybe bring in suicide as a theme.
And I have no theme or plot idea for something with Kabuto, but I sure as hell want to write something because he's the second hottest guy in the series! XD Maybe with the stretchy Orochimaru fic... hmmm...

****Reviews! Yays!*****

A billion jillion flowers and puppies to all my wonderful reviewers! All 14 of you! Well, minus the one who bitched about there being rape and the one who posted a second time to bitch at her for bitching!! XD So yeah, my joy goes out to all dozen of you hideously cracked eggs who loved this violent piece of crap!

Because of your support and requests, I'm going to turn this one-shot into a lengthier fic. I got some great plot ideas, and this thing is tugging at a leash to go in all sorts of different directions.... if you want a chance to give input and influence the story, NOW'S THE TIME!! XD Oh, there are going to be some very sick and violent parts, poor Sasuke's going to get so fucked up, but as we'll see, certain people around him are pretty fucked up too... I will, however, strive to keep them in character the best I can while taking my own liberties on interpereting what goes on in their insane little heads!

A question you might like to answer... You liked this chapter well enough with First-Person-Present, but will your love continue if it switches to third-person-past or other things in-between? Chapter One worked best 1st/present, but I'm thinking others will be better off the good old fashioned way... and I can be a terror when I start getting creative with persons and tenses, so make sure to let me know if it's not working out well!!

So yeah, keep an eye open for later chapter additions, and keep the reviews and suggestions coming! I LOVE YOU LIKE I LOVE RAPE!!!! XD