My dark eyes turned up to stare at his. His also had that onyx hue in his dark, glistening orbs. A small whimper found its way from my throat. That small fact was amazing, I hadn't been able to make any sounds for a while now, due to extreme thirst, I would imagine. "S...sto," I attempted to speak, cursing myself for how week I sounded.
The man in front of my frame, who I use to respect, who I use to call anki or several different names, got a new evil look in his eyes. "Shall you tell me what possessed you to do it?" he asked, giving the chain that was hooked to my neck a rough tug.
The question was the same, and even though I answered it in the beginning, it wasn't good enough. He was referring to when I left for Orochimaru's. And back when I still had fight left in me, I gave him the answer 'Because he promised you dead'. Now, I wouldn't dare to say something like that, even if it was the truth. It wasn't my fault that he couldn't see.
I was pulled from my world as he delivered another sharp tug to the chain, making my already bruised neck ache and throb. "I don't know," I whispered towards him, if I didn't give him an answer it would only make my life just that much harder.
A loud snicker type sound could be heard from the older body. "Well, little brother, I think you do know, deep down in that pretty little head of yours," he whispered close to my face, not missing to get a bit of his spit spattered across my skin. I only lowered my eyes towards the floor, I knew what would happen, but I still begged in my mind that it wouldn't.
His hand trailed down my naked side, drawing a shiver from my already shaking frame. It wasn't like I was that scared or whatever and what not, the room was just freezing, though of course Itachi would say differently.
"Little Sasuke, I think we might just have to play one of those games you love so much so you'll remember," he purred by my ear, before biting the abused shell, making another whimper come from my unwilling frame.
"Anki, stop," I begged quietly, only for the warmth of his body to pull away for a second so his hand could slam across my cheek. The sound reverberated across the room, and I could feel a new set of tears well up in my eyes.
"Do not tell me what to do," he growled, pulling the flimsy pair of pants that hung loosely around my waist off. Another sound came from my frame, except it was much more of an yelp. Some random burst of strength, made me tug at those damn cuffs again. They were sealing and the reason I was in this mess.
I stopped the constant tugging when his nails were dragged roughly against my already cut skin, marking me as his once again. How many marks did I have from that man? I lost track a while ago. I tried to block myself out of this world as he pressed his lips against mine. I would bite them if I could fight him back, but that seems like to much work at the moment and I knew I didn't have the fight in me. I was just some damn victim about to get raped again.
He kept his lips hovered above mine, his fingers running down my chest and against one of my nubs, earning a soft moan from my lips. The simple touch was soon gone, and then he slammed me against the wall behind us. Making those rusty handcuffs slam further inside my back, gaining another yelp.
It wasn't long that my body was left without his unwanted warmth. He pushed his frame down against my own, and I could feel my body almost curl against the warmth. "Little brother, do you love me that much?" he purred, mockingly above my ear making a shudder run through his body.
I couldn't even get out a studdered reply before I felt him pull my legs around his waist, and my body instantly moved itself to wrap my legs around his waist. "I think you really do want this," he whispered against my neck before biting down roughly, making me cry out.
"I don't," I whined softly, but to prove his point all he had to do is grind against me earning a soft moan. He deliver another hard bite to my neck, this time I could feel the small blood swell up spilling out in a slow flow.
"Don't lie, brother," he mocked again positioning himself at my entrance before he shoved himself in roughly. I could feel the wounds that rested on my back and the ones that were on my insides, rip open once again. I bit down on my lip to stop the pained sound that wanted to come forward.
He didn't wait for me to adjust before he pulled out and slam back in, continuing with his rhythm. As his member pushed against my prostate, he earned a loud pain pleasure sound, my back arching. He continued to thrust against the spot, making me moan out more.
After a couple more thrust it didn't take long before my body reached it unwanted climax. I moaned out, coming over his stomach. I could barely feel him thrust in a couple of times through my pleasure cloud, when I came out, I felt him release in side of me with a loud grunt.
"I think you like your punishments a little to much," he said softly, before pulled out of me, letting me fall to the floor in a crumbled heap. This was just like every other time, and I doubt it would stop any time soon.
an;; blehh, should i continue or just keep it as a one shot?
review please.