Teasing the Edges

A/N: Ok, please read this before continuing. This is a series of Oneshots set in my Hidden Villiage universe. They do not have to be read in any particular order, at least not yet, however I would suggest reading all of them before reading anything else I have posted because things might make more sense then. Each individual chapter is completed, but each time I add a oneshot, it will be updated here. I hope that clears things up instead of making them more confusing!


For most people in the working world, their jobs don’t include danger, sex, lies, control, pain and abuse; but for Sasuke Uchiha they’re not just occupational hazards, but a way of life. Today is just a day like any other, and he has a job to do…

Teasing the Edges

Sixteen year-old Sasuke walked in the room and kept his eyes downcast. He fidgeted nervously with the edge of his jacket knowing it would please the other three men in the room, making him appear smaller and virginal. Although he didn’t have to try too hard for that. His thin frame and boyish features were always getting him comments about him looking like he was only thirteen or fourteen, and today he was dressed in a private school uniform one size too big which he knew served to make him look about eleven or twelve.

Just the age these men had requested. He bit his bottom lip and dug the toe of his sneakers into the carpeting, waiting for one of the men to do something. “What’s your name boy?” one of the men asked. “N-Nathan,” Sasuke managed to stutter out proud of how his voice cracked and sounded as if he were scared to death. To be successful at this, he had to make these men believe that he had never done this before.

“Do you know what we’re going to do to you?” another man asked. Sasuke shook his head feeling his dark, shaggy hair sway with the movement. “We’re going to fuck you raw, until you’re begging us to stop.” Sasuke snapped his head up and a practiced look of panic flooded his features. He located the man who had last spoke, a disgusting pot-bellied blob of a man, and locked the terrified gaze onto him.

He allowed his lower lip to tremble a bit for effect before whispering “No…please, no.” The man’s eyes went a little glassy at Sasuke’s performance. Sasuke sighed mentally; it was always so easy to please the ones that got off on fear. He looked at the other two men, pretending to be looking to them for help, and wondered what their particular kink was. Other than fucking pre-teen boys that is.

“Now, now. Don’t be frightened Nathan…it won’t be so bad,” the one who had spoken first said. Ahh…the hero wannabe. Sasuke would bet good money that he would want him to call him daddy or Uncle something at some point. What was this guy doing with these two losers? The type of pedophile that got off on that usually prowled the parks and took the boys home to see their comic book collections, they didn’t hunt in groups. ‘Interesting…,’ Sasuke thought.

He gazed at the man like he was a life-line and said, still faking the tremble in his voice, “It won’t?” He had played the role perfectly, the daddy wannabe licked his lips at the small overture of seeming trust and Mr. Pot-bellied Sadist had to readjust his erection at his tone. “No. It won’t. Come over here and I’ll show you,” he spoke again.

It was a delicate balance trying to appease such opposite kinks at the same time, but Sasuke kept his walk steady to symbolize trust, but slow enough to fake fear. When he reached the man that had called for him, he bit his bottom lip but kept his gaze steady as if he didn’t want to disappoint the man. The man reached out a surprisingly elegant hand and stroked the bangs that perpetually fell into Sasuke’s eyes.

“Don’t be afraid Nathan. Daddy will take good care of you,” he continued before leaning in to kiss Sasuke. ‘Gotcha.’ Thought Sasuke as he held back from the gentle kiss, it wouldn’t do to let on that this wasn’t his first kiss. Even if he was a little disappointed at being able to figure out two of the three men so easily. He took great pleasure in figuring out other people’s motives and knew he was quite good at it most of the time.

The other man pulled back after it was clear that Sasuke wasn’t going to return his kiss. “There’s a good boy,” the wannabe murmured huskily. “Why don’t you take off your jacket? It’s so hot in here.” He continued in a stronger voice. “Yes Daddy.” Sasuke whispered using the small voice he had become so fond of using.

For a moment he thought he had miscalculated when a look of rage crossed the other man’s face at the title. His “daddy” then backhanded him harshly and he allowed himself to crumple to the floor, even though he could have withstood a lot more force. “You worthless faggot. I thought I told you to take that jacket off, what the hell are you doing on the goddamned floor?”

“Sorry daddy.” Sasuke ventured meekly to gauge his reaction just to confirm he really didn’t like it. But this time all he got was a “Damn right your sorry you worthless fucker.” Then it clicked, the man was reliving his own childhood. This must have been how his father treated him and he couldn’t really get into character until he heard Sasuke call him Daddy. Point to the crazy fuckers, Sasuke couldn’t believe one of them actually caught him off guard.

He quickly stripped off his jacket and tossed it on the floor. For that he was backhanded again, but this time he chose to remain on his feet. “I didn’t raise you to be sloppy boy. Pick that jacket up and fold it. Then put it on the goddamn chair where it goes.” He bent over and picked up the jacket then proceeded to follow orders and place it on the chair.

“You should just go ahead and take the rest off. I want to see all that pretty white skin that I get to make black and blue,” the Sadist said. Sasuke didn’t have to fake the shiver his words induced, but he passed it off as fear rather than lust. He slowly began to unbutton the perfectly starched white shirt that went with the uniform. He glanced up at Daddy as he carefully folded the item and placed it on the chair. Daddy looked like he was still deep into character and not in need of any prodding, so he switched gears.

He hesitated a little as if unsure or frightened before he shifted his gaze to the Sadist and bit his lip again. The Sadist swallowed thickly at Sasuke’s little show of fear, so Sasuke deemed it time to continue. He bent over and efficiently removed his shoes (which he placed under the chair) and his socks (which were folded and put on top of the chair). He let his hands shake a bit as he completed the removal of his pants. He glanced up at all three men. Ahh…yes they definitely liked his tight, plain white briefs. So he stood for a moment again as if unsure, but really to let them look their fill of the garment.

He removed them after a brief pause and placing them on the chair, stood nude before them. The weight of their gaze on his exposed flesh made his skin tingle. “Good boy…” purred the Sadist, “and what a pretty little thing you are too…milky white from head to toe.” Sasuke shivered again and had to clamp down on the part of himself that was aroused by his words. Springing an erection at the thought of abuse wasn’t exactly convincing to his terrified pre-teen act.

“Fucking pretty boy…” Daddy muttered, “get over here and let me see you,” he ordered. Sasuke shuffled over and stood before the man with his head down. The man circled him as if sizing him up. He jumped as he felt a hand on his shoulders, caressing the muscles there. More gently than he would have imagined the man capable of when this deep in his own mind, the hand began to roam over the lines and planes of his back. It was soon joined by another and the two of them made the journey down to the globes of Sasuke’s ass. His cheeks were parted and he struggled to contain a moan as a broad thumb stroked over his puckered entrance.

Sasuke shut his eyes tightly and hoped the gesture would be mistaken as embarrassment and not pleasure, and was infinitely glad he did so as the stroking digit applied more pressure and barely breached the ring of muscle. Just as quickly as it had penetrated, the finger disappeared , but little shockwaves of pleasure still burned their way through Sasuke’s system leaving him craving the contact even more than before. His daddy walked around to stand in front of him and said in a dismissive tone that almost bordered on boredom, “You fucking disgust me.”

If he were in a different situation, the psychology behind the man’s actions would have fascinated Sasuke. He would love to pry the story of his father’s abuse out of him to see how much of this was reliving the past and how much was embellishment. But as it were he was fighting his arousal as those hands reached up and harshly tweaked his nipples. The hands continued their torment of him by continuing down his torso. They skimmed over the muscles of his stomach and finally moved lower to take hold of his flaccid cock.

One hand began to stroke the limp shaft while the other palmed his hairless balls (he had shaved to appear pre-pubescent). As well as he was controlling his body’s reactions, Sasuke just couldn’t fight the rush of blood to his cock anymore, the stroking hands just felt too good. He just hoped the three men were too far gone to notice that he was way more developed than your average twelve year old.

The growl and the tight grip on his erection were signs that his pleasure did not go unnoticed by the man doing the stroking. “Goddamned fucking slut!” the man hissed at him. “This is supposed to be punishment, you’re not supposed to like it, but I know you do. I always knew you were a fucking faggot.” ‘Geez this guy is fucked up.’ thought Sasuke. The use of the word faggot again signaled to him that this was again part of his past. Idly Sasuke wondered if he had really liked letting his daddy fuck him, or if the older man had just manipulated his son into becoming erect while he brutalized him. Food for thought.

The hands left him then and the man turned away to sit in one of the other chairs dotted about the perimeter of the room. “Now come over here and let daddy give you a punishment you’ll actually respond to.” Sasuke’s mouth went dry at the implication of that statement. It had been so long since he had been turned over a knee and spanked he hardly dared to let himself hope as he moved forward.

Sure enough, when he got close one of his wrists was snagged and he was tugged across the seated man’s lap. Sasuke bit down on his lip to keep from moaning loudly. His vulnerable position and the pressure on his cock from a cloth-covered thigh were combining to drive him insane.

The first of the blows landed on his tender skin then. As the stinging pain resonated across his body, Sasuke fought down his arousal. He wanted to just go limp and enjoy the loud slaps he was receiving, but he had a job to do. It was a hard thing to resist, he had been trained to endure pain and somewhere along the line he had come to enjoy pain, even crave it. He fought with his hormones for the entire time the spanking continued, and he finally won, forcing his shaft to go limp. He knew that would make the sadist happy.

It took a moment for it to register that the blows had stopped. “Get off me you fucking faggot.” Was snarled above him and Sasuke quickly scrambled to his feet. He noticed all three men looking at his shaft. They all looked pleased that he was not turned on by the spanking, and the Sadist had an especially unholy gleam to his eye. God Sasuke loved playing these games. It made him so hot to know that these men could think of nothing but how they wanted to use and torture him until they got off, he was nothing if not an egotist.

“Come here boy.” The man who had not spoken yet broke the silence. Sasuke turned to him and meekly approached him. “Undress me.” He further commanded. ‘Well this is different.’ Sasuke mentally shrugged. Even if he didn’t know this guy’s kink yet he’d pin it down before long. He reached fumbling hands up to remove the tie around his neck. As he did so he wondered idly why they were all wearing suits. Was it to make them appear older for even more intimidation, or were they simply on a lunch break? Sasuke bit back a laugh at the thought of them explaining their extended absence to a receptionist as he hung the tie on the back of the chair.

He returned and removed the suit jacket, giving it similar treatment. The belt and shoes were next , and placed under the chair. As he removed these articles of clothing, he noticed that the man seemed more pleased when he was efficient rather than petrified. ‘Interesting.’ He tested the theory when he removed the shirt, and did not fumble over any of the buttons. In response, the man’s breathing became quicker, and he could see him clenching his hands into fists at his sides.

I guess this guy gets off on power Sasuke thought. It appeared he wasn’t just playing dominance games, he wanted Sasuke to be an actual slave for him. He’d heard about hardcore members of the d/s scene who were into this stuff, but he couldn’t imagine anyone getting off on doing laundry in between sexually pleasing ‘master.’ But to each his own, and Sasuke would do his best to appease this kink as well, even though it disappointed him. As he swiftly handled the buttons on the man’s pants he thought about how he was glad that the other two were around to entertain him. Besides, the slave-guy was the best looking out of all three of them, not that he was hot, but at least he wasn’t fat.

He let the man’s pants drop to pool around his feet, and looked up at him to confirm that he was supposed to remove the silk boxers as well. At the man’s nod, he hooked his fingers under the waistband and pulled them down. After the man stepped out of them, he bent and gathered them to fold and place with his other garments. He then stood by the chair and awaited further instruction.

“Come here boy,” the naked man commanded. Sasuke approached with his eyes lowered, the proper position for a servant. The man reached out and stroked Sasuke’s dark hair. The touch was neither rough nor light, it was simply there and it was driving Sasuke crazy waiting for something else to happen. Finally the man took pity on Sasuke and gave another order, “On your knees boy.” Sasuke dropped without any hesitation.

Again a hand reached out and stroked the blue-black hair that adorned his bowed head. “Look at me boy,” the man commanded and Sasuke shifted his gaze up. “Open,” he said when Sasuke’s black eyes met his. Sasuke suppressed a moan at the thought of finally getting a cock in his mouth. He loved sucking cock, loved the taste and he was trying desperately not to show how excited he was to these three men.

With their eyes locked on each other’s the man standing above him guided his shaft to Sasuke’s waiting mouth. As soon as the flesh slid paste his lips, the musky taste exploded across his tongue and the dark haired teen was thankful that he was finally getting what he wanted after playing all these games. He wanted to take the shaft deeper, and he trembled with the effort of holding still, but he was waiting for another command. “Suck it until I come.” His slave-driver said and Sasuke almost sobbed with relief.

He was being given free reign to please the man however he wanted. He was never given that opportunity. Over the years he had amassed quite a bit of skill at this particular activity, yet he never got to use half of what he knew. Maybe he would enjoy this man’s particular kink more than he originally thought.

He began then, not bothering to tease with his tongue, knowing that it would not be appreciated. This man valued efficiency, and competency, He would give him both. He hollowed his cheeks as he sucked strongly at the shaft, using his tongue and teeth in concert with the movement of his head, in order to provide the maximum amount of pleasure possible. Loud moans drifted down to him, but the hand in his hair still made no move to direct his motions, and Sasuke suddenly found his fascination with this kink gone.

While it had been fun for a while to do as he wished, he preferred to be ordered around, forced to not think, to just be used. His tastes were perfect or the other two patiently waiting their turn. If he could just finish quickly, then he could get what he really wanted.

The moans and grunts were getting louder and more frequent now and Sasuke backed off with the use of his teeth and slowed his pace to use his tongue more. He knew from undressing the man and feeling the smooth textures of the fabrics the man chose to put against his skin that this switch from his hard sharp teeth to his silky smooth tongue would push him over the edge. His theory was proven correct when the man sighed loudly and flooded Sasuke’s mouth with his release.

Sasuke savored the taste for only a second before swallowing quickly and sitting back on his heels. The Hedonist recovered quickly from his orgasm and began to idly stroke his dark hair again. He smiled sown at Sasuke and said, “Well done boy. I had to have a go at you first. I’m about to give you over to Dean, and I know from past experience that once he gets you, you’ll be freaking useless afterwards.”

If he was expecting a reaction to his words, he didn’t show any disappointment when he didn’t get one. Sasuke knew what was coming, and was in fact excited about it. But even if he had been surprised or frightened, he was so used to hiding his true emotions and only revealing expressions that could be useful to his trade that the emotions would not have registered on his face. He didn’t feel it necessary to provide the man standing before him with any response, the man had nothing to offer Sasuke.

“You fucking done with him yet, or are you going to just fucking stand there fucking petting him all day?” the sadist-Dean-bellowed from across the room. Apparently the man had an affinity for the word fuck or his frustration level had ratcheted up a little, although Sasuke couldn’t rule out the possibility of both being true.

The man before him amused Dean by saying, “Yes the boy and I are done for now. Which is a shame because he’s awfully fucking pretty. I could have him for days and not be bored.” Sadist Dean chuckled, but it was unclear if it was in response to the hedonist’s words or the fact that it was is turn now.

The hand in Sasuke’s hair disappeared then, and Sasuke was left to kneel there alone for several long minutes. His frustration level was rising but he was careful to keep his expression just on the fearful side of neutral to keep his act up. There was no further sound or movement and Sasuke found himself wondering just what the fuck his client was up to.

The Sadist spoke then, “Do you want me to whip you?” What the fuck? How was he supposed to respond to that? Seriously, what did this guy expect from him? His first reaction to the question was ‘yes please,’ and he thought about voicing it. But he knew better than to give himself up so easily and so responded with what he guessed was the appropriate amount of fear and pleading when he sputtered, “No sir.”

The man was still behind him so he couldn’t gauge the reaction to that, but he figured the man was pretty pleased when he went on saying, “That’s too bad boy, because I’m going to anyway, and it’s going to hurt so bad.” Sasuke was beginning to get angry. Even though he wasn’t attracted to him in the least, and the man was so lost to his own needs and psychosis that he couldn’t possibly be concerned with Sasuke’s pleasure, he was still tempting the teen with something he needed. He was teasing the edges of Sasuke’s restraint, but the man was so theatrical and fake that Sasuke would never allow him to dominate him if the situation were different. So instead of being drawn into the man’s outlandish games, Sasuke found himself wishing he would just get on with it.

God this man was pathetic. Sasuke began a perfectly blended concert of whimpers and sniffles then, designed to heighten the man’s lust and the fool actually fell for it. He couldn’t see the man’s face, but he could hear the increase in his breathing the small sounds of fear caused. What a fucking useless idiot. How did this man actually think Sasuke felt real fear when the bungling retard kept being so absolutely ludicrous?

He heard footsteps then followed by a faint rustling, and then the man was right behind him. The gentle touch to his ass when he was expecting pain was quite jarring. “Damnit Craig, you weren’t supposed to fuckin’ hit him so hard earlier. His ass is still fucking red, you know I hate that.” Dean bitched. “Well excuse the fuck out of me, at least he’s still fuckable. When you get done with them, they’re useless. If you don’t like the way I do things you can start finding your own boys.” Craig answered from across the room.

Dean continued to stroke what Sasuke now assumed were red handprints on his ass for a few more seconds. He was desperately fighting the urge to laugh. He couldn’t imagine this man doing anything to him that would make him useless to the other two. He’d have to be unconscious to not participate in being fucked, but he strongly suspected that these three would just fuck him anyway if he passed out. So what the hell was supposed to be so traumatizing? Sasuke wished he knew, and he wished the overstated idiot would get on with it.

Sasuke was expecting a standard whipping. He’d received those before, with numerous variations. Sometimes he’d been hit with a belt or other leather object, sometimes a paddle, and on one rare occasion there had been a whip. All of them had been enjoyable to varying degrees depending on his level of arousal to begin with and his partner’s skill at wielding the chosen implement. None of those past experiences prepared him for what happened next.

Pain exploded across his senses. All of them. With that one blow he could feel every nerve ending in his body, hear his heart beating, smell the sweat slicking his skin, taste blood in his mouth, all as his vision went black. What the fuck had he been hit with? The thought fled quickly as another blow landed across his shoulder blades, and starburst of pain pulsed through him on a path straight to his cock.

It had obviously been far too long since he had done this. With all the man’s showy and over the top behavior, Sasuke had immediately written the man off as inadequate, but now he was proving that he was no novice at this. He was quite skilled at inflicting pain and Sasuke found himself caught off guard for the second time since this had begun.

Waiting for another blow was sheer torture, the pain wasn’t the most intense he’d ever felt, but it was definitely the most intense in a sexual connotation, and Sasuke found himself immediately addicted to it. But another blow never landed, and as Sasuke’s blurred vision cleared with the break, he caught sight of Dean walking away from him. The urge to cry out and beg for another blow was strong, but Sasuke maintained his control. Obviously he hadn’t been pushed as far as he would have liked yet.

Dean however wasn’t done with him, he was simply pausing. He put his hands on his hips and stood as if studying Sasuke. The teen was far too gone now to fake being afraid, but apparently Dean was far too gone to notice because all he said was, “lean forward and put your hands on the floor.”

The new position left far more of Sasuke’s skin exposed, and he found himself trembling with the excitement that thought produced. Dean returned to him then, and as he passed by, Sasuke finally caught sight of what it was that he was using to hit him, a thin metal rod. It was too thick to be a coat hanger and was more than likely an antenna of some sort. The brunette shivered again as he saw it, it looked deliciously painful.

The next few lashes were quick and sharp and landed directly on his ass. The searing pain had Sasuke closing his eyes and rocking into the blows, he hoped it looked like he was trying to avoid them, but he wasn’t concerned enough to check. There was brief pause before three more blows landed on his lower back; harder, but spaced farther apart than the ones on his ass.

Sasuke trembled, he was so close, he was right there, this could finally be the time that his self-discipline cracked and shattered and instead of reeking havoc and causing chaos, he would only receive pleasure and be mastered and commanded like he dreamed about. But that just wasn’t meant to be. The skilled dominant disappeared then and the bungling loser returned to open his mouth and say, “That’s right boy, tremble in fear. Shake like a leaf thinking about what I’m going to do to you.”

Was this man exposed to lead paint for long periods of time as a kid? Did this moron actually think that this exaggerated melodramatic speech was sexy? What a pompous fucker. You could tell the man worked in politics, he even sounded like a politician when whipping and fucking underage boys, talk about being dedicated to your job.

There were only a few more blows then, and even though the amount of pain changed little, the spell was broken and Sasuke was back to being bitter and glacial. While he had been granted a brief reprieve, when the all consuming control he had over his emotions and thoughts ceased to be a loud roar and faded to a dull buzz on the edge of his thoughts, the roar was back and it only served to make him shut himself down further. Sasuke knelt on the floor when it was done and waited for these men to use his body further.

He didn’t wait long. Rough hands pulled his hips backwards and he felt the blunt tip of a latex covered erection prod at his opening. He wished the men would go in bare, he’d never done that before, but in his fantasies the feel of skin on skin felt much more delicious. But in reality, he didn’t trust these men to be clean and he knew they probably wouldn’t trust him either. Besides, in his line of work, you learned to take all the necessary precautions.

The cock prodding at him moved forward, barely penetrating him and Sasuke tried to push his hips back to take more of the organ, but the grip holding him was strong. The man at his back leaned forward draping himself across the abused flesh of his back, setting off a new flare of pain to heighten Sasuke’s pleasure. “I’m going to ride you so fucking hard. No lube, just blood to ease the way.”

The sound of his voice as well as his words identified the man. Ah the Sadist. Thank god he was going to be the first, because despite the fact that his delivery was utterly ridiculous in it’s dramatically staged lunacy , Sasuke had no doubt the man would make good on the promise. The Sadist truly enjoyed the suffering of others, and right now it was a trait Sasuke planned on exploiting to the fullest.

True to his promise, Sadist Dean pushed in quickly and Sasuke could feel his body give way to the violent entry rather reluctantly. It was perfect, it was exactly what he needed to forget who he was and the disappointment he felt earlier. That perfection lasted for about two rough thrusts before Dean started speaking again. Ostentatious asshole.

“So fucking tight, so good. I bet it hurts like hell doesn’t it boy? Go ahead, you can cry, no one here will mind.” God Sasuke wished he would just shut the fuck up! Didn’t the man realize that he was ruining a perfectly good fucking? Sure the man’s penis wasn’t the biggest he’d ever had, not even the biggest in the room really, and sure the man’s grotesquely large stomach kept slapping Sasuke’s ass reminding him of how unattractive he was, but at least the careless thrusts were painful.

And right now, the pain of being fucked in an unprepared hole, layered on top of the pleasure of being ridden hard layered on top of the burning agony on his skin from the whipping, layered on top of the exquisite pressure on his prostate was just about driving Sasuke wild with need. He just needed a little bit more to shut himself off, to let go. He wanted to let go so badly. He wanted to be mastered and controlled so badly, so that he didn’t always have to maintain control.

But the asshole fucking him just couldn’t seem to keep him mouth shut long enough for Sasuke to slip into that place in his head he could only fantasize about. He just kept talking and saying the most absurdly scripted lines that it kept reminding Sasuke of what an utter douche-bag the man was and how unworthy of Sasuke’s submission he was. In truth Sasuke really didn’t care who it was that finally brought him to that place of total submission. He was completely unconcerned if they were a stranger, or attractive, or close to his age, or even if he liked them on a personal level. None of that mattered, it wasn’t as if he were looking for a boyfriend anyway, he was looking for a master.

And he was pretty sure he wouldn’t find one here. The Sadist had been his best hope, and it looked like even he was going to fail Sasuke. The dark haired teen felt like crying out in frustration as he continued to kneel and meet the increasingly hurried thrusts of the man surging into him. He was tap-dancing on the edge of his limits, but his stubborn pride kept him from falling over the edge into the subspace he needed so desperately.

The pride that he clung so tightly to, and in truth was half the reason he had not only survived his tortured childhood but thrived, refused to let him give this deepest part of himself to someone like this man. He had absolutely no concept of how to earn true submission. He thought inflicting pain was a sign of power and control. Didn’t he know that that was so predictable and boring that it made Sasuke want to yawn rather than submit?

Sasuke barely suppressed the growl bubbling in his throat when the man behind him came hard yelling something frivolous like “Mine!” Sasuke wanted to laugh at his idiocy. The man had fucking paid for Sasuke’s services and he was about to share him with two friends, what part of that made the man think he owned Sasuke? But he had to give the man credit for still being able to lose himself in his fantasy despite the fact that he was a completely laughable in his role as a Dominant.

The man pulled out just as roughly as he had entered, but even that couldn’t cheer Sasuke up now. He was totally depressed at the outcome of this mission. He had so hoped that somewhere along the way through all of the pitifully trite games and theatrical posturing that one of these men could have broken through his resistance and made him whole again, if even for a short time.

He was entered again and he didn’t know which one it was, but it didn’t even matter now. He was being used hard but it still wasn’t enough. This man was thankfully silent, but he had lost the mood now. He was still hard, and the sex was still pleasurable in the intensity of the sensations, but it was no longer mentally arousing to him anymore. He was simply content to kneel and placidly accept what these men gave him. The sooner it was over the better, the longer this continued the more irritated he became.

The man behind him softly started caressing the skin of his back then. What the fuck. Who the hell caressed their hooker like a lover? Was this man crazy? Sasuke would have said something caustic and biting to him if it wasn’t for the fact that every once in a while he would graze one of the welts on his back and the increased sensation of pain made it worth keeping his mouth shut.

The hands disappeared again as the thrusting lost its rhythm. The man stayed silent even in the throes of his orgasm, which allowed Sasuke to identify him as Craig since he knew that the other unnamed man made quite a bit of noise when he came. But that was neither here nor there, Sasuke was grateful that there was only one more left to go.

As he pulled out the man leaned down to whisper in his ear “fucking faggot, I knew you’d be able to take my cock like the whore you are. You fucking disgust me.” Sasuke was amused enough by this to let out a fake whimper. Craig growled then and snarled in his ear “Oh shut up! You know you loved every minute of it.” He followed that statement with a hard slap to Sasuke’s already abused ass.

Incredibly satisfying pain rocketed along Sasuke’s nerve endings, making Sasuke think that he had miscalculated in thinking that Craig was too unstable to provide him with what he needed. He wished he would have pushed the man harder now, maybe things would have ended better for him and he wouldn’t have this shaky breathless feeling of failure churning in his gut. But it was too late now, and the man had already left him to let the last of their group have his turn.

Sasuke felt the cold dribble of lube on his ass and he shivered at the once again surprising sensation. Leave it to the Hedonist to want lube after he’d already been fucked and opened up twice. Gentle hands massaged the lube into his ass and his opening, and Sasuke resigned himself to endure what was most likely going to be slow leisurely fucking. Sure enough when the hedonist felt like Sasuke was well coated, he entered him gently. Sasuke groaned in frustration and he heard a slight chuckle from behind him, obviously the man was aware that Sasuke like it hard and fast. But he made no effort to increase his pace in any way.

The man was a goddamned tease. After only a few thrusts Sasuke was convinced the man meant for the teen to lose his composure and kill him. Each thrust hit Sasuke’s prostate dead on and the pleasure was enough to have Sasuke desperate to come, but it wasn’t enough to send him over the precipice and into the free-fall of orgasm. He continued to chuckle contentedly as he carefully stroked in and out of Sasuke making the teen writhe with need.

Vaguely, Sasuke thought about how surprising it was that a pedophile was so skilled at this. I mean honestly, how many young boys wanted slow, relaxed anal sex with constant prostate stimulation? Sasuke couldn’t think of any off the top of his head, but then again he didn’t know many boys his own age. Still though, the man was far too good at this, Sasuke felt himself nearing orgasm despite the fact that he usually wasn’t into this kind of vanilla sex (if you could even call sex for money with a man old enough to be his father vanilla.)

Finally the man took pity on Sasuke and raked his nails down Sasuke’s back. The pain was surprising and intense enough to actually have Sasuke crying out in shock as his release jetted out onto the floor below him. The hedonist was right behind him and Sasuke was characteristically smug about having drawn the man’s climax from him, and he let a small smirk grace his features as he heard the loud roar of completion the man voiced.

Despite all of the Hedonist’s best efforts, it wasn’t an earth-shattering climax. The orgasm didn’t rip through him like he read about in the erotic novels he liked, he wasn’t nearly excited enough for that. This wasn’t fucking, it more like masturbating with a partner. It hadn’t been devastating, only good enough to get him off. But even so, Sasuke continued to kneel where he was, the feel of his orgasm causing his body to still buzz with excitement. However, the rustle of clothing brought his afterglow to a distinct halt. While this little diversion had been fun, he still had an objective to accomplish. The pedophiles were preparing to leave, and he couldn’t have that.

The lithe boy quietly got to his feet and backed against a wall. He moved along its flat surface until he was behind one of the men who was currently bending over to tie his shoe. As the man straightened again, Sasuke struck. He kicked out with his left leg and delivered a blow to the man’s knee causing him to drop suddenly to the floor. He cried out in a mix of surprise and pain as he fell to his knees harshly. Before the other two men had time to register the change in Sasuke, he reached out grabbing both sides of the man’s head and twisted quickly.

A sickening crack echoed off the walls, as did the following thud as Sasuke released his hold and the dead man slumped forward to the floor. The two remaining men widened their eyes in fear. One of them-Dean-managed to get out “What-what the hell is going on here?” Sasuke pouted which was in direct contradiction with the excited gleam in his eye. “Aww, poor silly Senator Connor. You actually thought I was just some good little boy whore who liked taking cock? You mean you couldn’t see through my act? I must be getting better at this than I thought . I’m an assassin. I’ve been sent here to kill you. Thank the US government for putting a price on your head.”

“A-assassin?” squeaked Craig. Sasuke smirked, loving the fear that permeated the room now. He began stalking forward while shock still held both figures firmly in place. Due to his cover he hadn’t been able to bring any weapons into the room, which wasn’t really a problem considering he knew seventy eight ways to kill a man with his bare hands. However none of that did any good if one of them made it outside the soundproofed room and started screaming their fool heads off.

Apparently Dean realized this after a moment as well, because he began to run for the door. Sasuke’s amusement faded quickly and he switched into battle mode. He swiftly cut across the room and caught Senator Connor by the hair just before he reached the door. With his fist buried in the dark locks, he used the man’s own forward momentum to slam his face into the door. Sasuke heard the man’s muffled cry of pain and guessed that he had broken his nose. As he pulled the man away from the door again, the blood smear marring the fresh white paint confirmed his suspicions.

Before the man had any time to react, Sasuke placed his free hand under his captive’s chin and twisted, once again successfully snapping the man’s neck. He let the man go and quickly rounded on the last one in the room, ignoring the unnatural sounds the body behind him made as it slid down the door. Craig was now trembling in complete terror. “Please don’t kill me. I have a wife. She needs me. Please.”

“Did you tell your wife you like to fuck twelve year old boys?” Sasuke snapped, irritated at the man’s sniveling. He wouldn’t be surprised if the poor pathetic man actually wet himself. “You don’t deserve any mercy, even if I had some to give.” Sasuke said in a voice devoid of any emotion. Sasuke quickly cornered the man and wrapped both hands around his throat. Pressing him against the wall he began to choke off his air supply. As the precious oxygen was cut off from his brain, Craig made a few feeble attempts to dislodge Sasuke, but nothing mattered. The young assassin was focused, and he would succeed in this mission.

“Pathetic,” Sasuke whispered just before the man faded into unconsciousness. As he watched the life fade from the man in his grasp, he struggled to suppress his emotions. Usually killing bare-handed helped him retreat back into the space in his mind that kept him sane. Today, it appeared, things were going to be different. He waited to release his hold until he was sure the man was dead.

He stepped back and surveyed the room. Three dead senators, mission accomplished. Craig’s wife would be thrilled at the outcome. She’d requested that her husband be disposed of in an embarrassing way. It didn’t get much more embarrassing than being found dead in a brothel that specialized in underage merchandise with two of your colleagues. He walked over to the chair to retrieve his clothing.

The involuntary actions of getting dressed helped Sasuke to regain his control. He pushed down the anger that burned within him. There were many things that Sasuke could be angry about. He could be angry that when he was five, his older brother had finally snapped and killed both of his parents. He could be angry that after their deaths that he wasn’t put into foster care, but instead sold by a corrupt social worker to a man who was having trouble adopting. He could be angry that the man who had paid such a high price for him was a retired military officer who was obsessed with turning the former mafia heir into a highly trained gun for hire. He could be angry that after finally running away at age ten, he only managed to succeed in finding himself using the training he had run from in his job as an assassin. Or he could be angry that even with his new job and connections that he still couldn’t find his brother and finish the bastard off for causing the upheaval of his life, but right now Sasuke was angry at the three dead men in the room.

He’d been so close, so freakin’ close. He’d almost found what he’d been looking for all this time. He’d almost been able to let go, but it had all been a tease. They’d worked him up into a frenzy with promises of domination and abuse, and then the reality had fallen far short of the promises. Sasuke was pissed, not even killing the three of them had helped to burn off the extra testosterone and adrenaline that was flooding his system.

God he hated this job sometimes. Most times he enjoyed what he did, what he was good at, but there were times it just sucked. Like when he was horny. Being a high-paid assassin-slash-bounty-hunter really wasn’t all that conducive to dating, or even having fuck-buddies for all that matter. So he used missions like this one to fill that void in his life. His orders were to only pose as a prostitute long enough to kill the men, but he figured it didn’t hurt to have a little fun first.

But it had only served to royally piss him off, and a pissed off Sasuke was not a good thing. People got hurt, hurt bad, when Sasuke lost control long enough to get pissed and stay that way. But it was ok, he was sure there would be another mission where he could have meaningless anonymous sex soon and he could keep trying to find someone that could give him the release he needed but never found with his fucked up sex life. Hey a guy could hope right? Maybe if he found a person strong enough for him to lose control with then it wouldn’t seem like such a burden to maintain that control at other times.

These thoughts swirled and blended with visions of death and mayhem Sasuke had created as a gun for hire as he continued to tidy himself on auto pilot. His thought process had never been clear, it was always a series of multiple half –formed thoughts that bonded together to produce lightning-quick actions, but now in the aftermath of this emotionally trying day, his thoughts were a raging sea of indecision and impulse.

But Sasuke used his legendary and hated control and calm to ruthlessly push everything deeper inside his psyche and to shut off the feelings that made him feel like doing something unpredictable and foolish. He took a deep breath and walked out of the room at last, and when he was far away, yet still close enough to hear the screams as the cleaning crew found the bodies, he was once again Sasuke Uchiha, last of his line, and the only child emotionless and strong enough to ever be employed by the Hidden Village Assassins.

A/N: Anyway, hope you all enjoyed. I thought this was an interesting twist on the whole mercenary lifestyle and I hope you thought it was fun too.