1- Evelyn's Move and Discomfort

I had wanted my first story to be something nice, but I honestly only had this in mind. No doubt Nakira will be the first to review and scold me for this piece—and probably in three different languages. But yes, if the rating and my warning in the summary wasn't enough…this story is—I think the right word is 'smutty'. So yes, you have been warned, three times now.

Read at your own risk.

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Evelyn decided at the end of her first day in her mother's old friend Orochimaru's care, that she hated everything about the place, but loved one single aspect of it. She hated the cold damp of the place that made it feel like a snake's nest, and the hungry eyes of the prisoners Orochimaru kept for his human experiments as she walked by them. She hated how Kabuto would look at her longingly and how she knew that he wanted to do more to her frail form than perform experiments.

She absolutely hated the sounds coming from several of the rooms she passed on her way to her own—tortured sounds brought on either by gruesome experimentation or something Evelyn refused to even think about. But the boy she caught a glimpse of in the room next to hers seemed different. She saw something in him when she looked at him, something that told her he was…she wasn't sure what she felt she understood when she saw him.

She ended her day reading, but got the strange feeling that it would be the last day she would end like that. When the unexpected knock came at her door, she jumped, dropping her book. She opened the door warily, barely cracking it enough to look into the hall.

"Why are you here?" The boy she'd seen on her way in asked. Evelyn bit her lip, unsure how to answer that.

"Well…my mom died and…" She paused. "She was good friends with Orochimaru and left me in his care." He looked surprised, as though he'd been expecting something else as an answer. "Why are…you here?" He shifted a little.

"I…ran away from home and ended up here." He paused and suddenly reached through the opening of the door to grab her wrist. "You should get out while you can."

"Why?" She asked, blinking at his hand on her wrist.

"You heard them on your way in." He said flatly. They both looked up at the sound of footsteps and the boy trembled a little before composing himself. "I need to go. You should get away before it's too late." He then hurried to his room. Evelyn stepped into the hall, about to follow him, when she heard someone clear his throat behind her.

"You shouldn't leave your room after dark." Kabuto said as she whirled to face him.

"And why not?" She demanded. He smirked and the look in his eyes made her shudder.

"Things happen in this house after dark." He said lightly and walked past her, going into the boy's room and shutting the door. the lock on the door clicked audibly and Evelyn went back into her room, shoving her imaginings of Kabuto's purpose in the room was out of her mind.

She sat at her desk and picked up her book to start reading again. The wall of her room adjacent the boy's shook with an impact and she looked up. Curious as another impact shook the wall, she put her book down and crossed the room to put her ear to the wall. So close to the wall, she saw a small round hole and looked through it.

In the next room, the boy was struggling to stay away from Kabuto, rage emanating from him. Kabuto slammed him against the wall again, wrapping nimble fingers around the boy's throat tightly. "We go through this every time, you'd think you'd learn to stop resisting." He said cruelly, using his free hand to disrobe the boy.

"S-Stop…" The boy pleaded, a ting of fear passing through his enraged tone. Kabuto tightened his hold on the boy's throat and he gasped, clawing at the older man's hand in an attempt to get free. His shorts were removed and his shirt torn open. Kabuto spun the boy around and tossed him like a ragdoll onto the bed.

The pale haired man crossed the room, moving his hands as he unzipped his pants and released something Evelyn didn't care to think about.

She almost turned from the hole to stop watching, but sick curiosity kept her planted in the spot. The boy sat up, completely naked, with his hand on his throat, gasping for air. Kabuto made it to the bed and shoved the boy down, pinning the boys arms over his head and bending over him. His mouth closed over the boy's nipple and he squirmed, gasping and trying to get away.

Kabuto's free hand wandered to the bedside table and his fingers squished into something—probably lube—before he lowered the hand to the boy's butt. The boy was silent for a long beat as the older man angled as though he knew that Evelyn was watching and pushed a slick, glistening finger into the boy's asshole. The boy gasped as Kabuto thrust his finger in the little hole and apparently hit his prostate.

The boy's penis started to stiffen and become erect and a warmth started pooling in Evelyn's lower body. As Kabuto pushed a second finger into the boy's hole and stretched the muscles, she reached a hesitant hand between her legs and brushed her sensitive place, astonished when her fingers became wet. She jerked her hand back and wiped the moisture from her fingers quickly.

The boy let out a strangled sound that sounded somewhere between a groan and a shout of rage and Evelyn was snapped back to what was happening in the room. Kabuto had released his hands, though they were now shackled to an iron loop on the wall, and was stroking the boy's penis. The boy writhed and tried to get away from him as the older man pressed his own stiff member against the boy's hole.

He visibly bit back a sob. "D-Don't…" Any further protest was drowned out as Kabuto rammed into him and the only sounds he could produce were animalistic grunts and angry groans.

Evelyn pressed her hands to the wall, about to turn away, though she couldn't pull her gaze from the two men as Kabuto raped the boy. Her crotch started to ache and without her really willing it, one of her hands wandered down to her nether region and slowly massaged her clit with one finger. The ache spread and she couldn't stop her hand from moving as she masturbated and watched the rape in the next room. Her breathing became ragged at the same time as the boy's and her back arched, pressing her body flush against the wall.

The boy gasped in pain and rage as Kabuto ravaged him. When his breathing became ragged, Kabuto stopped thrusting and pulled back. A restrained moan escaped the boy's throat at the loss of the intrusion, eliciting a smirk from the older man. Kabuto clipped a tight ring around the base of the boy's penis and he groaned. "P-Please…" He whispered reluctantly.

"Please what? Do you want to cum?" The pale haired man asked darkly, jerking the boy's hard member.

"No…please…" He shuddered under Kabuto's onslaught of touches. The man smirked and rammed himself back into the boy's rectum. He grunted and stopped thrusting. The boy shouted a wordless and pained gasp as Kabuto stepped back and zipped his pants with a satisfied look on his face. A trail of white cream spilled from the boy's hole as the man left the room.

Evelyn jolted and ran to lock her door, fervently hoping that Kabuto didn't have a key. She waited, glaring at her wet sticky fingers, but nothing happened. After a couple of hours, she ventured from her room and slipped into the boy's. He jolted, looking at the door fearfully. When he realized that it wasn't someone else to rape him, he curled in on himself as best he could bound to the wall and tried to hide himself from her.

"I'm not going to hurt you. Let me help you." She approached him and ventured a hand towards him. He cringed away from her.

"Don't…"

"I'm not going to hurt you. Let me pick the lock on those…" She reached for the shackles and pulled a pin out of her hair.

"Don't…please…" She ignored his protests and got the shackles unlocked, releasing him. He wrapped his arms around his legs, curling into a ball with his face hidden. Evelyn searched the room and found his discarded shorts. She scooped the garment up and held it out to him.

"Here. Are you hurt? I have healing abilities." He shook his head, not taking the shorts from her.

"Leave…"

"I just want to help you."

"You can't help…" Evelyn sat on the bed and ventured to put a hand on his back. He shuddered and moved away from her.

"Let me try. Please?" he paused, looking at her hopefully. "Please?"

"Why…?"

"Because I know what he did to you. Let me help." He shook his head a little and struggled weakly when Evelyn pulled him against her, holding him. "I can help you if you'll just let me."

"How would you be able to help?" She paused, suddenly unsure of herself.

"I…have healing abilities…I know he hurt you…" She said slowly, blushing scarlet. After all, she knew that the looks she'd gotten on her way in were partially her own fault for the way she dressed—just in a black bra and hot pants with tall black boots—and she was still wet from when she was watching the boy get raped.

"Were you…listening?" He didn't sound surprised, but a little angry. She nodded.

"The walls are pretty thin I guess." She shrugged, hoping he didn't know about the peephole in the wall. She pushed him away a little and looked him over, not allowing her eyes to linger on his lower body. Bruises were forming on his skin where Kabuto had grabbed him.

Evelyn hesitantly touched his neck and he flinched away. But she put a hand on his shoulder and her skin began to pale and almost glow as she touched him. He stared in surprise as she slowly and gently ran her hands all over his upper body, the forming bruises disappearing as she passed her hands over them. She paused when she finished. "Um…"

"How…?"

"Like I said, I have healing abilities…my dad…well, he wasn't Japanese."

"Who was he then? Is he dead?" Evelyn laughed a little.

"He's far from dead…but he can't let me live with him. His…father won't allow it."

"Why not?" She shook her head slightly.

"My father isn't human. I know it's hard to believe, but he's the Greek god of healing." She sighed. "I have a healing touch because of him." She stood and started to leave. The boy caught her hand.

"I don't know your name."

"Evelyn. What's yours?"

"Uchiha Sasuke." She nodded slightly.

"I should go…"

"Please…stay…" She paused.

"And do what? I need to sleep…and so do you." He dropped his hand.

"I don't…" He shuddered and sighed tiredly, as though he didn't want to admit something. "I don't want to be alone…" He whispered. He glanced at her and paused. She was examining him, and having a hard time forcing her eyes to move away from his still stiff member. He covered it with his hands and she blinked, looking away with a blush.

"Sorry." She hurried out of the room and back to her own. She leaned against the wall and resisted crossing to the peep hole to see what Sasuke was doing. The springs on her bed creaked and she jerked her head to see who was there.

"Well this is certainly a surprise." Kabuto's voice cut through the darkness of the room and Evelyn pressed herself against the wall, fumbling for the doorknob and an escape. She knew why he was there. he had waited until he thought she'd be asleep and had planned to slip into her room and rape her out of sleep.

"W-What are you doing here?"

"Isn't it obvious? You were watching what I did to little Sasuke." Kabuto was in front of her in an instant, pinning her hands over her head and reaching down between her legs. His fingers brushed her slit and she gasped, squirming in an attempt to get away from him. "You're still wet even."

He pulled his fingers away from her crotch and shoved the wet digits cruelly into her mouth, choking off her air supply. "You saw what struggling did for Sasuke, absolutely nothing. I told you not to leave your room at night and you did. So you'll have to be…punished." He said with a sneer. He removed his fingers from her mouth and she gasped for air.

"Don't…" She managed to gasp before he caught her throat and released her arms. She grasped at his hand, trying feebly to free herself. Black encroached on her vision.

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Too long? Too graphic? Too violent? Please tell me! Though it's only going to get worse for both Evelyn and Sasuke.