Victor Goes the Spoils
By: Selim
Rating: M+
Summary: [Challenge Fic] Sora loses the battle against Ansem in KH. Now he's one of three slaves to the overlord. Can anyone save them?
Timeline: Probably will remain stopped at KH because I haven't played KH2 or CoM
Pairings: Ansem x Sora, Ansem x Riku, Ansem x Kairi (implied), Ansem x Riku x Sora

Disclaimer: I do not own KH. I am not making any money off this fiction.

It was dark. Even without the blindfold over his eyes, Sora knew he was in a dark dungeon, chained to the wall where he prayed for Ansem to not come back that day. He didn't think his body could take another day of physical stress. He couldn't handle being reminded daily that he failed and that darkness was running rampant across the worlds. The locations of Donald and Goofy no longer plagued his thoughts. Worrying about them wasn't going to help his own situation.

The door to his cell opened with rusty hinges screeching, signaling the entrance of his captor. Sora couldn't hide the shiver that went up his spine at the intense feeling that overcame him. "Please," the fourteen year old whispered, "please kill me." He cried out as the chains were pulled. His small frame, thinning from malnutrition, was pulled and spread until his back was aligned with the wall. The blindfold was removed; the Keyblade holder blinked his eyes trying to accustom himself to the lit candle that Ansem had brought in the room with him.

"There's no fun in that. I like my slaves to be full of life." The white haired scholar-overlord approached a chair in the corner to set his candle down. "Are you willing to play my game today or must we go through the same tenuous task as every one of our meetings?"

The teenager hissed, spitting in the older man's face. "Never. I'd rather die than do those things with you again."

Ansem smirked, pushing his bangs back. "Wrong answer. You know, Keyblade Holder, I had hoped you'd stop these charades. Even your companions didn't give me this much of a fight. That girl cried once before submitting to me. And that boy, Riku, submitted just as easily. They get to run around the castle free, yet you still lay like a rat in the dungeons. But enough talk, I have a busy day planned out." He reached his hand out, lacing it around the fourteen-year-old boy's cock. At touch, it swelled as blood rushed quickly down. Sora cried out, his thin legs tensing against his bindings trying to pull away from the warm, unwanted hand. That never ending feeling of being dirty was rising in his heart, leaving a tightened feeling in his lungs. Ansem's breath was warm against the tender flesh, a painful reminder of what that mouth could do to him. "Say it."

The teen bit his lip. "N, no!"

Smirking, the white haired man brushed his lips over the boy's cock. Sora cried out as the tip of his cock was enclosed in the warm mouth of his captor. Cold red eyes stared up at his face, analyzing every movement the Keyblade holder made. Every pant was scrutinized, added to the long list that would be held against Sora afterwards.

No matter how pleasurable Ansem's mouth was, it wasn't for Sora to enjoy. The boy cried out as he felt his release boiling up, his hips pushing out and then, like every other day, Ansem pulled away with a quick tug at the slave's balls, locking in place a cock ring. With a cry, the teenager thrust his hips out eager for his captor's attention while ashamed that he'd fallen victim to the pleasure again.

Stepping back, Ansem ran his fingers through his hair again, gazing over at his victim. "Who do you belong to, pet?"

"N, not you." The teen whispered, tensing further on the wall as he waited to be hit. It never came, instead Ansem's smile widened.

"I'll have you rethinking that answer by the time we're done." The man chuckled, reaching for his melting candle. It was then that Sora realized behind the white haired man, on the seat, was a hot iron shaped like the heartless tattoo. Ansem must have noticed his attention because the older man chuckled, lifting the iron up. "This is for you." He explained as he used the candle to heat the head of the iron. The wand's silver slowly transformed to a deep red. The Heartless Overlord shifted the handle around from hand to hand as he contemplated something that was missing before his head snapped back with a yell, "Riku!"

Sora felt his heart stop at his best friend's name. No, no, don't let him see me like this. The brunet turned his head away, towards the stone wall as the hinges of his cell screeched open, inviting Riku in. Even though he wasn't watching, Sora could hear the startled sound that came from the silver haired teen. Ansem had already taken the boy aside, if their whispering meant anything, before the two broke apart and Riku approached Sora. "Spread his legs, Riku. Or I'll whip you."

"Yes, Master Ansem." Strong hands grabbed Sora's leg, unchaining it from the wall. Scared, the brunette tried to throw his leg out and hit his own friend, hoping to find a way to get out. His leg, however, was quickly shoved against the wall and pull up awkwardly, putting a pressure on the bones. The tension in his hip wasn't enough to draw his attention from the unbearable pain that came as the hot iron was pressed just above his swollen penis, near his thighs. Screaming, Sora did accomplish pushing Riku back as his leg shot up to block the iron from his tender flesh, but it wasn't enough. His leg was pulled back and the piercing feeling of flesh burning continued. After what felt forever, the hot iron was pulled away and his leg other leg was untied. Left dangling on the wall, Sora sniffled. "Would that be all, Master Ansem?"

"No, I need you to hold him down. Stand back." Ansem reached over Sora's head, releasing the chains that held his arms in place. Without support, Sora fell into his captor's waiting arms. Without a care to the brunette's new wound, the overlord threw his slave on a bed that was in the corner, used only for sex. The teen tensed and pulled into a ball to block any more attacks. "Hold him."

Riku nodded and grabbed at Sora's legs. "On his belly or back?"

"Belly."

It was no trouble to pull Sora on his belly where Riku sat on his friend's legs, pinning them down. The fabric caused a burning feeling at his new wound, making the boy scream out. Back arched, Sora tried crawling away but he didn't make it too far as the hot iron was pressed into his back. Completely stopped, Sora dropped back on the mattress, biting the sheets to stop his screaming. Ansem got too much pleasure from hearing him scream, but it was so hard to stop those cries. Finally, the hot iron was pulled away and Riku got off his legs. Sora didn't move, his tense body remained situated on the bed.

Ansem took a seat on the bed, his hand touching the burn mark. "You may go now, Riku. Have Kairi ready to clean this mess up, I'll be done shortly." Turning his head just enough to see the ashamed look on Riku's face, Sora cried out as his entrance was fingered by Ansem. The silver haired fifteen year old stood his place for awhile before taking his leave with a bowed head. Alone with his slave, Ansem wasted no time spreading the Heartblade Owner's milky globes, sliding in another finger. "There's no denying it now, Sora. Those marks will never go away and my heartless will always find you now. So just give up." He brushed his hands over the burn mark on the brunette's back.

Crying out, Sora clenched the sheets. "Please, cast cure! It hurts!" The only problem with the spell was that the scar wouldn't go away, even though the pain would be gone. Behind him, Ansem breathed back a laugh.

"I will if you ride me." The older man threw his bargain on the table and waited for Sora's response. The fourteen-year-old was frozen in his spot, gazing down at the blanket as he jumbled his options. He didn't have much choice. The pain was unbearable and if wasn't treated properly (and it wouldn't likely be if he kept being difficult) the burns would become infected and become more unbearable. However, by doing it was almost admitting he accepted being a slave to Ansem.

"N, no." He didn't know where the answer had come from but he knew his own shaken voice had said it. The finger in him, rubbing his prostate in slow movements, stopped moving. "Just do it and go away-!" He whimpered as the finger was pulled out of him. His lithe body was picked up from the bed and dropped on Ansem's lap. "I said no! Go away! Donald! Goofy! Help! Riku, help!"

Wrestling both of Sora's hands into one of his own, Ansem reached down to his trousers and pulled the clasp to release his cock from its confines. "I gave you the chance," he whispered in the boy's ear before slamming the teen down on his own swollen cock. Ignorant of the cry of pain that came from Sora, Ansem moaned out in pleasure. It wasn't bliss, the brunette sobbed; breaking his hands out of his captor's hold Sora put all his energy into punching Ansem. The man didn't even flinch away as he gripped the teenager's hips and pulled out just enough so that his tip was still in the brunette's body. Pulling down, he cried out as he was enveloped again. Tight fist loosened as pleasure began to make every nerve sing. Crying, he gripped Ansem's shoulders while cowering in the man's chest. Unable to gaze down, he knew that his own penis was enjoying every moment. Swollen and painful, the tip red and leaking pre-cum, the brunette knew he needed release. "Please…" He cried as the nerve deep in him was pushed again.

"Say it." Ansem whispered, shifting his hips.

"N, no." He whimpered.

Smirking, the white haired overlord shifted his hips to thrust faster into the smaller boy. With each motion, Sora cried out and shifted. To his horror, he found his own hips moving to add friction to his own hard penis trapped between their bodies. Again, Ansem whispered in his slave's ear to say one desired phrase. One phrase and it'd all be over.

"I, I, haah, har-harder," The boy panted but instead the thrust slowed, losing momentum. "No-" he moaned.

"That was a sweet segment, but I want to hear something else. You know it."

Sniveling pitifully, Sora panted. His own swollen cock was becoming painful. At the same time he knew from experience that if he didn't put out, Riku would offer himself to complete their 'master'. Taking control of the situation, Sora ignored the tears rolling down his cheeks. Lifting his hips, he cried out in pleasure as he pushed down on his own master's cock. "I, I belong to you, Master. Please, let me come, Master." He sobbed, watching his own self disappear in the darkness that was the cell. He'd be 'free' now that he admitted it.

The cock ring was released, his own body thrown down on the bed as Ansem rocked his hips into the teen's own. Both lost in their moans until the final euphoric cry that came from Sora as he came between them. Growling, Ansem fell on the younger boy to catch his breath before standing up to fix his clothes. "Good boy." He spoke to the semi-conscious lump on the bed. "Kairi!" He shouted. The hinges screeched as the young redhead wobbled in, her hands on her swollen pregnant belly. "Get him cleaned up. Have Riku take him to his new room. I must get to work."

"Yes, Master." The young girl went about her job.