Staking Claim

A/N: i feel so bad because i've been too busy to update anything! but i've finally finished this oneshot i started some months ago (i think), so here it is. now that my schedule is a little less hectic, maybe i can finish up some of those "left hanging" stories.

enjoy!


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Staking Claim
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The chains rattled as Sasuke pulled at them, but did little else. They were strong and unyielding, with just enough give for him to turn around and put his hands together, but Sasuke didn’t dare use a jutsu to get himself out. It was pitch black in his cell, and he couldn’t get a fix on the dimensions, so any jutsu he performed might take the chains out and him along with them.

Foolish, to walk into an obvious trap in his weakened state. But when Itachi was practically handing himself over on a platter, Sasuke couldn’t just lie back and ignore the summons.

And now he was paying for it. He could feel the fever that suffused his achy limbs and pounding head. He couldn’t even call up his Sharingan; he was so weak and tired. Sasuke grimaced as he felt the warm trail of blood flow down his arm from where the chains were rubbing against his wrists. Blood loss was not something he needed to add to the list of ailments.

He coughed suddenly, the tickle in his throat so insistent, but it only brought to his attention how dry his throat was and how painful it was to cough. Sasuke wanted water to soothe the hurt, but he’d sooner die than call out for it, to show them any form of weakness.

He was saved from doing so, however, when the cell door swung open, nearly blinding him from the flood of light that entered into the room. Sasuke had to squint his eyes shut, merely seeing the vague outline of the person who’d come to him.

“And how are we doing this evening?”

The voice was deep and gravelly, but not altogether unfamiliar. It tugged at something in the back of his mind, warned him that this was not a person to mess with, while at the same time, someone he knew wouldn’t hurt him.

“Oh dear, I smell blood. Are you,” here a dark chuckle, “hurt, Sasuke-kun?”

Or it could be someone that would laugh as he died.

The door swung shut with a resounding bang, startling Sasuke just a bit, though the only evidence of such was a quick rattle of the chains, immediately silenced. He tried to feel for the enemy’s chakra in the impenetrable black, but it was well concealed, and that irked Sasuke.

He heard the unmistakable sound of water being sucked from a canteen, and his throat throbbed in agony at the thought of that life-saving liquid being savored by someone other than him. But before Sasuke could even think of asking for some, even as he thought he’d rather die of thirst, the lips of his captor smashed against his, letting water flow into his startled-open mouth. His first instinct was to thrash and escape the violation, but once the water hit the back of his throat, it was all Sasuke could do to open his mouth wider to receive more. However, all he received was a tongue thrust inside his mouth in a demanding kiss that startled Sasuke once again. This taste was so familiar…

The tongue and mouth retreated, and Sasuke, dazed, was awarded another dark chuckle. “I doubt you receiving water is enough to loosen your tongue, but let’s see how much progress I need to make here.” There was a short pause, broken only by the canteen hitting the stone floor, and then Sasuke’s captor continued. “What village are you affiliated with?”

Sasuke didn’t open his mouth to reply, too angry to give this man any recognition. But then he was reeling from a blinding pain in his gut, his punishment for not answering, he assumed. Lights danced behind his closed eyes, his stomach wanting to hurl something without having anything to hurl. He gasped for enough air to fill his lungs, all the while wary of being hit again.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Sasuke-kun.”

Sasuke thought about not answering again, but pain still radiated from his abdomen, and he was sure he’d expel stomach acid on the next go-round. He glared into the darkness where he thought his attacker to be and spit before answering, “I answer to no village.”

There was silence a moment, and then Sasuke picked up a disappointed sigh. “That’s not the answer I was hoping to hear, though I know I can’t argue its validity.”

A warm hand made its way up Sasuke’s chest, brushing lightly over a pale nipple, and following over a shoulder to push away the loose shirt of his outfit. Then the hand gripped the collar and pulled, ripping the shirt, letting the one half fall to the side, hanging from his slightly bent elbow. His captor moved to his side, his hand moving to the opposite shoulder, pushing that shirt half away as well. Sharp nails raked down his back, and Sasuke hissed in pain, but made no other sound.

“There are other ways of making you talk without asking nicely. I should have guessed it would have done no good to try,” the gravelly voice purred. The nails that had stayed on his hip now moved to his navel, and one fingertip traveled back up the original path and over his other nipple and shoulder, where the claw-like nails gouged a matching set of scratches down the length of his back.

These had been harder, deeper, and Sasuke panted for breath in lieu of screaming. Then that hand was moving to the purple tie at his waist, and those deadly fingers began to pull and tug, and Sasuke was still of the mind to be indignant about the action.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he wheezed, peeved that he couldn’t keep his voice even and cold.

“And here I’ve been told all my life that Uchiha were geniuses. Why don’t you at least try to make an educated guess?” But before Sasuke could answer the question, he was turned around and pushed against the wall, his arms crossed before him and pressed into his chest. His purple belt fell to the cold ground, and then his pants hit the floor as well. The stale air hit his bare backside, and Sasuke was too shocked to say anything.

He heard shuffling behind him, and then his captor’s warm breath was caressing his ass, making his eyes widen and his breath hitch. The warm air moved upwards to the small of his back, and then a hot tongue touched his skin and moved up the line of his spine, making him shiver uncontrollably. When it reached his neck, the tongue gave way to sharp teeth that nipped his pale skin and made Sasuke jump in tiny shocks. What was going on here? He should be seething, fighting back; Uchiha Sasuke didn’t stand for this shit!

But he was feverish and weakened, restrained, and in a very compromising position, one that allowed a lot of damage to be done to him. But he would never admit to feeling a bit of excitement and arousal at what was happening behind him.

“Are you sure you don’t want to answer my question?” that dark voice whispered in his ear, that tongue reappearing to trace lightly over the appendage, then taking the lobe into that burning mouth.

Sasuke’s scathing reply tripped over his tongue as sharp canines bit softly into the fleshy piece of him. Then everything was gone; the mouth, the hands, the warmth radiating from the body behind him; it was just suddenly gone. Sasuke panted and leaned his head against the freezing stone before him, the chains rattling softly with the movement.

His captor shifted behind him, and, wary that he would start something new, Sasuke threw out, “What do you want from me?”

“An answer,” was his immediate response. When Sasuke snorted, he continued. “Your allegiance.” Sasuke stiffened in anger, wanting to turn and lash out. He answered to no one, as he’d already proclaimed. “You,” the man finished.

Sasuke’s blood ran cold and hot at the same time. How dare this man presume that Sasuke would willingly submit, but how shamefully exciting that he had the chance to engage with someone stronger than him, regardless of Sasuke being fevered and weak; that just added to the allure, an allure Sasuke was desperately trying to deny.

“You’ll never have that,” Sasuke said darkly. A frustrated grunt came from behind him, and Sasuke felt some satisfaction at having gotten the man to give even that much away. But then that heavy body slammed into him, pressing his naked form mercilessly into the bitingly cold stone, and that burning mouth was once more near his ear.

“The same way you’ll never get Itachi?” that evil voice whispered harshly, and Sasuke’s anger washed through him, incensed that this person would dare to throw that in his face, even dare to breathe word of his bastard brother in his presence. He felt his Sharingan forming in his eyes, his chakra pulling from his core to his eyes, but it also drained him in his weakened state. And without even being able to see his captor, what good would using the Sharingan and taking his body to its limit do him? Sasuke grit his teeth, forcing his breath in and out to calm himself, before letting his eyes return to their endless black.

“Hm, I take it that fever of yours won’t cooperate with your Sharingan. Pity. It might have been the only way to get out of here with your innocence intact. If you even have that anymore.” The body moved away, hands trailing down to Sasuke’s hips.

Innocence? He was a fucking ninja. He’d fought and killed since he was twelve, dreamed of killing since he was eight. There was no innocence in the world of shinobi. None but…

Sasuke cried out indignantly as thumbs spread his ass cheeks, the nails piercing into tender flesh. This was something Sasuke had never encountered before; not even Orochimaru had dared to do this to his ‘vessel.’

“I’m glad to see this isn’t used and abused as I’d feared.” His captor chuckled, but Sasuke swore under the teasing tone was a current of relief that he was trying to hide. It was… confusing, to say the least. But Sasuke had other things to focus on.

Those thumbs spread him even wider, and Sasuke began to feel trace hints of panic taking over. He didn’t know how to handle this kind of situation, and if he could see his hand in front of his face, he was sure his vision would be swimming. He felt the sweat dripping all over his body, and the chains were suddenly heavier about his wrists.

“I wonder how it tastes…” Then that tongue was back, thrusting cruelly into Sasuke’s ass. The Uchiha gasped at the strange and arousing sensation, his back arching with the pleasure. His chest pressed more against the cold stone, and Sasuke cried out when the rough texture rubbed against hardened nipples. When the fuck had his nipples become hard?

Probably when his dick had, as it weepingly told him it was being neglected. Gods, what the hell was happening to him? Felled by an invisible enemy…

A hand left his hip as the tongue left his body, and Sasuke blushed in anger when he let out a whine of disappointment. Then fingers we shoved roughly into his ass, and Sasuke yelled in pain as they poked and prodded and stretched without preamble.

“You could stop this by answering my question,” the voice he was beginning to hate purred behind him. “But I have a feeling you don’t want it to stop.”

And yet again Sasuke’s angry retort was cut off, this time by his captor standing and thrusting a full, hard cock deep within his barely prepared ass. The man’s right hand came around and grabbed his cock, those nails scratching the sensitive skin of his sac before moving to scrape across the slit. Sasuke hissed as the pleasure laced with the pain and crawled up his spine and down his front, curling his toes, ending as an aching need at his core.

Then the man started to move. That thick member inside him pulled out, nearly all the way, and then rammed back in forcefully, lifting Sasuke to his toes, making the chains rattle as he scratched at the wall for some sort of purchase. The hand on his cock gripped him tightly and began a slow rhythm, moving up his slick length as the dick in his ass pulled out again. The other hand pulled at his hips, making Sasuke bend in towards the wall more; then the hand moved down his shaft, squeezing the base as he plunged back in, and Sasuke saw stars.

Now there was nothing; no dank cell, no captor, no prisoner; it was just Sasuke and undeniable, shameful, gut-wrenching pleasure that in his fevered state, threw Sasuke into incoherent mumbling, ear-splitting cries of ecstasy, and fanciful dreams of who should be behind him right now.

Those nails on his cock scratched him none too gently, and Sasuke lost it, grinding his forehead into the wall as his muscles contracted around the thing inside him, as tears fell silently from his clenched eyelids, as his every regret from before this moment slapped him in the face and left him bereft and adrift in his loneliness.

Was this what his life had come to?

As the thrusts behind him came faster and harder, Sasuke had a picture of his future – a sex slave for his captor, until he came up with the answer the man wanted, which he could never do. There was no answer to that asinine question.

His insides were flooded with the man’s seed, and then the body moved, leaving Sasuke leaning against the wall, sweat-drenched and used, the complete picture of debauchery, more so because he’d liked it, no matter the circumstances.

“Do you still not have an answer, Sasuke-kun?”

Sasuke ground his forehead even harder into the biting stone, his eyes clenched shut in anger and shame. He brought it back a bit and let it fall into the stone forcefully, repeating the painful process for several heartbeats before he could open his mouth to reply.

“I will never belong to a village again.”

“Because you don’t want to?”

Sasuke paused before letting out an inaudible sigh. “Because I have no reason to.” This had to be the fever talking. There was no way in hell he’d answer his rapist like this.

“So you need a reason?” the disembodied voice asked incredulously, and Sasuke was once again reminded that it sounded so familiar, underneath the growls and malice. Then there was a violent burst of chakra that nearly scalded Sasuke. It washed over him, hot and angry, making it hard for him to breathe. “You don’t think you have a fucking reason?” he yelled, and then the chakra changed. It didn’t gentle, but the pulsing rage from before diminished into hurt and determination, and suddenly Sasuke knew.

He knew.

The Uchiha sank to his knees, his arms above his head, fisted against the wall. The chains chimed with his slight shaking, because he fucking KNEW.

He felt movement, clawed hands moving over his arms almost tenderly. The shackles fell from his wrists, clattering against the floor, but Sasuke didn’t move. He heard the door open, and he was bathed in light from outside the cell.

This was it. This was what his life had come to. He was indeed a slave, bound more tightly to his new master than he’d ever been to Orochimaru, or even his father.

“Go. Fulfill your godforsaken quest for revenge. But when you’re finished, whether you succeed or not, I’ll be your reason to come home. Teme.”


~owari~

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