Learning the Ropes

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Me disclaimer: Um...yeah...I really just wanted to write bondage, so I borrowed the faces of some Naruto
characters. So sorry for the OOCishness (as Catullus so lovingly points out, I have trouble NOT making my ukes pathetic and my semes assholes). And sorry too for leaving this where it ends. *dodges lobbed Sasuke plushies*. There are, theoretically anyway, more chapters forthcoming. Oh, and reviews make me cum a little in my pants...so...



Learning the Ropes


Naked, blushing furiously, Sasuke watched as Neji wound the rope around his long hand,
measuring cord in arm’s lengths. He did it quickly – far too quickly in Sasuke’s mind to get the
dimensions right – but then, tonight was not the first time the Hyuuga had done this.

Glancing up from his preparations to see Sasuke watching him, Hyuuga Neji ducked his
head to hide the smile that played at his lips.

At least he’s not panicking, the pale-eyed Jounin thought to himself as he looped a section
of rope around Sasuke’s neck and tightened it. I hate it when they panic.

Tying off one end of cord, Neji took a step toward Sasuke, closing the space between
them and pinning the smaller boy back against the edge of the table in the cramped little storage
room behind the academy.

Even focused as he was on the ropes in his hands, Neji felt Sasuke flinch at their closeness.

It didn’t surprise him. It must’ve felt strange to the Uchiha, that closeness. Ever since his
return from Orochimaru’s compound, Sasuke had avoided contact with his yearmates, for good
reason. The snake lord had brought his men against Konoha less than two years ago, and despite
having received official pardon, the teachers, friends, lovers of those who had died had never
wholly forgiven Sasuke for his part in the destruction.

Naruto remained the rare exception. He’d have welcomed Sasuke, but the Uchiha was
proud; he couldn’t bring himself to accept his teammate’s friendship, and no one else was
offering.

Who knew, Neji thought, when anyone had last touched Sasuke.

The Uchiha would hardly have admitted he cared – the boy loved to perpetuate the myth
of his heartlessness – but Neji had watched Sasuke since their meeting in the Chuunin exams.
He’d studied him long enough to see through the mask of indifference to the something uncertain
in Sasuke’s cold eyes.

The Hyuuga had used that uncertainty to draw the Uchiha here. The promise of warmth,
however superficial was enough after two years of near-isolation.

Neji smiled, a slow, knowing smile, as wide, black eyes trained up to meet his.

“Scared?” he asked.

Sasuke’s expression clouded and he nearly hurled a retort. Then he remembered Neji’s
prohibition against talking. He just stood up straighter instead, scowling as the Hyuuga deftly
crossed ropes over his chest and around his back.

All vestiges of insolence bravado melted from Sasuke’s expression at the screech of metal
on metal. The rusted hinges at the room’s north entrance sounded a protest as the door opened
suddenly.

Neji watched as the Uchiha’s haughty face became a mask of abject horror, and he pulled
the smaller boy close by the ropes around his chest before he could dive behind some providential
piece of furniture.

“Don’t panic,” Neji told him sternly.

Sasuke squirmed away from Neji and turned in time to see another shinobi shut and
latched the door. His eyes widened in recognition. He knew the boy before he even turned. No
one else he’d ever met had hair like that.

“Gaara.” Neji greeted newcomer with a nod in Sasuke’s direction.

The flame-haired shinobi leveled dark-rimmed eyes on Neji as he crossed on silent feet to
stand at older boy’s shoulder. He turned his attention to the trussed naked creature before them
without a hint of shock. Measuring green eyes trailed down Sasuke’s chest, down his hard
stomach and muscled thighs.

Sasuke flushed.

Gaara flashed his fiendish, predatory smile. “Pretty,” he said.

Neji – still securing knots – glanced up from his tying and stared into Sasuke’s scowling
face.

“Pretty,” he agreed. “Petulant though.”

“Easily remedied,” Gaara assured him.

Sasuke felt suddenly shaky.

He wanted Neji; wanted him so much he was past pretending he didn’t. But Neji hadn’t
ever mentioned Gaara, though clearly, they’d planned this together.

Sasuke wondered frantically if Gaara be...responsive to his inexperience. He wanted to
believe that *Neji* would be, though he wasn’t permitted to ask; Neji had forbid him to speak
once he’d passed the threshold of the tiny storage room. Neji had made it clear earlier that
anything that passed between them would do so on his terms.

The Hyuuga had decided he wanted Sasuke, and he’d cornered him in the streets of
Konoha in the middle of the day and told him as much. Fatalistic and imperious as when they
were young, he’d made Sasuke admit things out loud he’d never even admitted to himself. Neji
had told Sasuke what he wanted, given him a name for it, and offered to show him what to do
with the feelings he’d always had for the men in his life, for Itachi, for Kakashi... and Naruto.

Sasuke shook himself. Itachi had disappeared, Kakashi was dead, and Naruto... Sasuke
tried not to think about Naruto. They were all lost to him.

But Neji was here. He was beautiful and real and warm. Sasuke buried his face in the
older boy’s neck.

“What’s wrong with him.” Gaara eyed the boy leaning on Neji.

“Nerves,” Neji answered. He gave Sasuke’s cheek a mocking pat. “Uchiha’s never done
it before.”

Sasuke wondered at that. He’d certainly never done *this* before, but if Neji thought
he’d never done *anything* until now...

Sasuke yelped, forgot his puzzlement as Neji trailed two ends of rope down between his
thighs and picked up to set him on the edge of the table. The Hyuuga tied a few strategic knots
until Sasuke could no longer extend his legs or touch his knees together.

His hands were still free, but Gaara was ready with a second length of cord.

Neji stepped aside and Gaara edged between the bound boy’s thighs. Smiling his
acquisitory smile, the sand-nin wrapped a slim hand around Sasuke’s rope collar and yanked him
close to kiss him. Sasuke cried out in shock – nearly unseated and bent forward farther than his
bonds allowed – but Gaara didn’t release him. He captured his lips in an fierce kiss, as if he
could punish with kisses, and thrust his tongue into Sasuke’s mouth. Sasuke tried to pull away,
but Gaara nipped him hard and pulled him back to lap gently at his bleeding bottom lip.

“You see,” he said, trailing his tongue along Sasuke’s cheek. “It only hurts if you fight.”

Sasuke resisted the urge to shove the sand-nin.

Gaara promptly removed the temptation by lashing his hands to the legs of table and tying
his forehead protector backwards over his eyes. Sasuke’s world was suddenly steeped in
darkness. And silence.

He felt a hundred times more vulnerable than before.

The next thing he knew was Neji’s voice, Neji’s breath in his ear...and Neji’s hand trailing
along his thigh, teasing his rigid arousal. The Hyuuga tongued his ear, caught the lobe between
his teeth. “New rules,” he whispered. “We’ll use you in ways you enjoy, but this is about my
pleasure, mine and Gaara’s. You’ll be punished if you cum without permission.”

Sasuke whined, trying to inch away from Neji’s arousing caress. How was he supposed to
keep from cumming if Neji continued to torture him?

Neji read his mind. “You’ll just have to learn a little control,” he said. “Lie down.”

Sasuke obeyed and found that, on his back, his head dipped over the edge of the table, and
that when he relaxed against the ropes, his legs stayed semi-flexed. Two yard-long tails of rope
that Neji had left at Sasuke’s neck were fixed to the table on the opposite side. Sasuke could no
longer move more than a handsbreadth in any direction.

No backing out now, he thought.

Neji let him wait a long time, blind and helpless, before a hand settled lightly on his
heaving chest. It trailed down his stomach, achingly slow. Another – smaller, rougher – tangled
itself in his hair, traced the long lines of his throat.

They had a rhythm, Neji and Gaara, so perfectly timed that they hardly seemed two
people. They touched him everywhere, everywhere except where he longed to be touched, but it
was gorgeous, so painfully erotic to be at their mercy that Sasuke was already hair-triggered when
Neji bent over his cock.

He knew it was Neji from the tickle of long hair against his hips as the older boy licked
slow circles around the head of his organ.

Sasuke whimpered and squirmed, shook his head desperately. He tried to edge away, but
the ropes held him fast. He begged Neji to stop in every wordless way he could as his mind swam
at the thought of the Hyuuga’s promised punishment.

Neji didn’t notice his distress – or didn’t care.

Sasuke despaired. Neji couldn’t do this to him, drive him mad and expect his obedience.
It wasn’t fair that he wasn’t allowed release. It wasn’t possible to deny himself! Sasuke bucked
against the ropes, inching closer and closer to the point of no return...until the shock of pain
yanked him back from the edge.

Something cold and sharp clamped down on one pebbled nipple.

Sasuke’s cry dissolved into a growl. Pleasure forgotten, he thrashed vainly against the
ropes, stopping only when he’d exhausted himself. Frustrated nearly to tears by pain and want,
he told himself he would never have come here had he fully understood. But he didn’t even
believe that himself. After all, he could stop what was happening, if he chose. Whatever else his
tormentor’s were, they were his comrades. He knew if he wanted out, they would untie him.
They would mock his innocence, his weakness, but he didn’t believe they would hold him against
his will.

It was no a lack of trust in them but the thought he might not have this chance again that
made him hold his tongue. What if Neji, Gaara, *no one* ever wanted him again?

As Sasuke lay panting, mentally reeling, he heard Gaara laugh.

Neji said nothing, ran a soothing hand up and down Sasuke’s chest and stomach as he
continued to tongue his cock. The pain had dulled to a cruel, persistent throb, and the heat in his
groin had returned. Sasuke knew what was coming. Neji was bringing him to the edge again.

Hard as he tried to push the sensation from his mind, to delay the need indefinitely, his
Neji had the advantage; it cost his less in effort to provide him pleasure than it cost Sasuke to
resist it. Seconds before Sasuke lost himself, the second clamp bit into his flesh.

Neji ceased his ministrations at once. Pleasure gone, pain returned, but this time Sasuke
waited with new patience, sucking breath between clenched teeth until it ebbed.

Then, the only sound was his breathing.

Gone with the noise were the teasing hands. Gone the contact he craved. Sasuke was
momentarily frightened that Gaara and Neji had left him. But no. They gained nothing from
leaving him. Sasuke consoled himself that they were still around, just moving quietly as only
shinobi could.

Sasuke felt Gaara’s breath on his ear before he heard him. “You made that harder that it
had to be. You’re a slow learner, Uchiha,” he purred. “I warned you, did I not? Fighting makes
it worse.” He petted Sasuke’s cheek. “Remember the lesson, hm?”

Pressure on the ropes lashed to his wrists told Sasuke that Neji had returned, just an
instant before the older boy’s hands trailed down the backs of his thighs, pushing them in toward
his chest.

Sasuke’s heart skipped, suddenly terrified. He couldn’t see Neji, but he had a decent idea
of the size of him just from their proximity. He felt pressure at his entrance, tensed up and shut
his eyes.

“Not yet,” Gaara breathed in his ear.

Sasuke heard the note of something reassuring in the sand-nin’s tone and it occurred to
him for the first time that Gaara had to have learned this somewhere, that he might’ve once been
in Sasuke’s position, that he was not completely ignorant of how it felt. Neither was Neji for that
matter.

The thought soothed Sasuke enough that he could think clearly again and when he
focused, he realized the pressure at his hole was only Neji’s hand. The Hyuuga massaged the oil
into his skin, gave him a long time to get used to the idea of penetration before he slid the
exploring finger inside.

The second finger made Sasuke squirm. He flexed his muscles against the discomfort as
Neji drew his fingers almost out, eased them in again, made a beckoning motion with both at
once.

Neji grazed something deep within Sasuke.

Just as he had used pain to kill the other boy’s climax, he worked now at the hardened
knot of nerves he’d found until Sasuke’s pain gave way.

It was practiced and timed, like music.

Crouched beside him, Gaara took up Neji’s strain, turning kisses on Sasuke’s neck,
trailing his tongue beneath the rough rope collar, until Sasuke moaned his gratitude.

Then, Neji entered him.

Sasuke momentarily lost his breath and in that instant, Gaara yanked his hair, steered his
head around. His mouth closed over Sasuke’s and Sasuke screamed into his kiss.

Fighting makes it worse. Remember the lesson, Gaara had told him.

Sasuke tried, tried with every ounce of will he had to relax and when he did, he found the
pain receded some.

Neji felt him go limp and he shoved in again. For the first time all night, someone sounded more desperate than Sasuke.

Neji was too close too soon and Sasuke knew it. He jumped at the chance to pay the
Hyuuga back a little.

Pushing himself up the table with his elbows, Sasuke stretched the little slack out of the
rope that anchored his hands, hauled himself off Neji’s shaft and impaled himself again.

Neji shuddered, laughed breathlessly. “Feeling defiant, I see. Gaara.”

Sasuke could not see the sand nin, but he felt his shadow eclipse the light as he rose from
his crouch. Slim fingers trailed along Sasuke’s throat, parted his lips.

Sasuke knew he’d made a mistake, but he was helpless to resist the backlash, even when
he felt the head of Gaara’s cock against his lips. He whimpered plaintively, begged him to go
slowly, but he compliantly opened his mouth. Gaara pressed his hips forward too fast and Sasuke
struggled against his bonds.

Unprepared, he started to gag.

Gaara’s urgency had rendered him unsympathetic. He pulled back and thrust again more
fiercely, trying to bury himself in Sasuke’s throat.

Sasuke struggled to keep from grazing Gaara’s cock with his teeth. He clamped his lips
around the other boy’s shaft, even as tears welled up in his eyes and poured down his cheeks.
Gaara continued to pound his mouth until miserable and half sobbing, Sasuke discovered that if he
inclined his head just right and relaxed his throat, he could take all Gaara’s length at once. With
his head tilted back over the edge of the table, Sasuke braced himself and swallowed Gaara’s
shaft.

Sasuke’s neglected cock thrilled at Gaara’s groan of pleasure as the sand nin leaned both
his hands on the table on either side of Sasuke’s head and continued to fuck his mouth.

Then Neji resumed his thrusting and Sasuke screamed a protest around Gaara’s organ. It
was infinitely harder to be attentive to Gaara’s pleasure with Neji ramming into him, but neither
seemed to care a great deal about whether it was difficult for Sasuke.

It was almost too cruel – to be blindfolded, denied even the sight of them, and surrounded
by the sounds of their pleasure, while he himself ached vainly to be touched.

The cruelty was not enough, though, to kill Sasuke’s arousal; little by little a puddle of
cum collected low down on his stomach, and the longer Neji pounded him, the closer he came to
climax, to disobedience. The concentration it required to take Gaara’s cock in his mouth was not
diversion enough from the little spikes of pleasure Neji’s thrusting sent arcing through his body.

Hard as he tried to ignore it, his control was failing.

Gaara’s climax was sudden, violent, almost more than Sasuke could take. The sand nin’s
body shuddered as he sheathed his cock in Sasuke’s throat, and he continued to tremble long after
the taste of warm salt water filled Sasuke’s mouth.

Gaara pulled away, but the sand nin’s orgasm had made Sasuke want impossibly, painfully
more until, he could not, for all his effort, check his body.

He hoped Neji would notice his distress, notice he was close and back him down as he had
before, but the Hyuuga was far too distracted to pay much attention to Sasuke and Sasuke began
to realize that he had a choice: break Neji’s prohibition against orgasm or his prohibition against
talking.

Sasuke whined and bucked against the ropes, but his will faltered and eventually failed
him. By the time he started pleading it was already too late.

“Wait. Stop,” he protested. “I’m gonna–”

Sasuke spent himself all over his stomach and chest. Cum arched up and splashed his
neck as climax rocked his body.

“So easy,” Gaara mocked as he bent to lap cum from Sasuke’s collar.

Sasuke didn’t have the energy left for irritation as Neji pushed his knees back harder into
his chest and stepped up the pace of his thrusting.

Sasuke gasped, bit his lip against the pain, paying now for his lack of control. The
soreness was acute in the aftermath of his orgasm, but Neji took his pleasure roughly despite
Sasuke’s whimpering and finally, with a growl of satisfaction, the older boy spilled his seed and,
breathless, bent over Sasuke. It was less a voluntary motion and more a function of the Hyuuga’s
exhaustion, but it brought their faces closer together so he could whisper in Sasuke’s ear.

“You realize I might’ve forgiven you for this.” He trailed a finger down Sasuke’s chest,
still sticky with cum. “This is just inexperience, ne? But speaking...that’s willful disobedience.
You can’t expect to go unpunished.”

Sasuke moaned in contrition and dread. What they had done to him, Neji and Gaara, was
harsh and strange and gorgeous, but if their concept of pleasure was so bizarre and sometimes
painful, punishment defied imagination.

Before Sasuke could even wrap his mind around the possibilities, two pairs of deft hands
had untied the ropes that bound his body – not completely – just enough to free his legs and haul
him more comfortably onto the table. Then they strapped him down again.

Sasuke swallowed hard, bracing himself.

Neji fixed the last of the knots and Sasuke squeezed his eyes shut, half expecting blows.
Instead he felt warmth, as Neji wrapped a slim hand around his cock, half erect despite the rough
treatment and his recent climax.

“You really liked that, didn’t you?” the older Jounin mused, pumping his hand slowly
along Sasuke’s shaft.

Sasuke’s hips jerked, overstimulated, still sensitive.

“Come on, Uchiha,” Neji whispered. His lips just brushed Sasuke’s. “Get hard. That’s
your punishment. We go. You stay here and anyone who happens by will see you like this,
clamped, bound and covered in cum.”

Sasuke shook his head desperately.

Gaara’s glee was all too plain from his voice. “It’ll be obvious what happened and
obvious that you loved it.”

“That’s what you fear the most, isn’t it?” Neji hissed in Sasuke’s ear. “You don’t want
anyone to know that you need and feel like everyone else. You hide it all so well too. No doubt
that’s why the others never guessed about you. There will be no question now, what you are.”

Neji’s voice grew distant as he moved toward the exit.

“Sleep well, Pet.” Sasuke could hear the smirk in the older boy’s words.

Then there was nothing else but the slam of the door, the flick of the lights and silence.

Damn, Sasuke thought.

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