Yeah yeah, I know, its a lot, but whatever..
Disclaimer: I don't own this, Kishimoto-sama does
Warnings: yaoi, abuse, rape, language, violence.. the whole nine yards kids, and angst too.. lots of that.. oh yeah, the violence and abuse and rape and shit.. is all really discriptive, so if you have issues reading that kind of stuff, please don't read this..
Pairings: NejixSasu
Summary: Its hard to be a good whore when you're only 13 and you've never done this before..
All the wrong place: Chapter one: Where'd you go?
Uchiha Sasuke wrapped his arms around Hyuuga Neji, almost fearing for his life. He'd never spent a night alone that he could remember, and he didn't want to start now. He shivered, giving up his attempts to hold in his sobs, as the older boy hugged back.
"Sasuke, you have to let me go now, before I get in trouble.. ok?" Neji commanded gently, rubbing the smaller boy's back reassuringly. It hurt him to leave Sasuke alone, especially in a place like this. That bastard better not set a finger on his Sasuke while he was gone. If he did, Neji swore he'd..
"Hyuuga! Get out here, before I have to come get you myself!"
Both boys jumped slightly at the stern voice, pulling away from each other's embrace. Neji pressed a gentle kiss to the younger boy's forehead. "I'll be back tommorow morning, ok?"
"Hyuuga! Don't make me come get you..!" The voice barked again, irritation laced in the words.
"I'm coming, Orochimaru-sama.." Neji called, picking up Sasuke's nearly weightless body and laying him in his bed, tucking him comfortably under the blankets. "I love you.." The white-eyed teen turned and left the room, his fear tucked away deep in the pit of his stomach.
"Ahh, Momochi-san, this is one of our.. freshest. He's never been used before, I assure you'll enjoy him. He's very obediant, quiet, and most of all, he's great with that lovely mouth of his." The dark-haired man explained, pushing Neji towards the taller, scarier man.
"Yes, he seems quiet the charmer. How much do you want for him?" This 'Momochi-san' asked, pulling the brunette against his leg.
"Oh, he's not for sale, but you can have him for one night. Premire's are only up for sale after one year past their first.. night out. But he's starting at three thousand a night. Does this.. displease you, Zabuza, sir?"
"No, not at all. Three thousand is worth it for a virgin, don't you think?"
Neji tensed, a virgin? He'd heard some of the older boys talking about things they'd been made to do, but he didn't think this is what Orochimaru actually expected of him. He wanted to say no, but he knew if he did, it would probably result in beatings until he couldn't breath..
He closed his eyes and was determined to not let this get to him, he'd have to think positive if he'd ever make it through this. The Hyuuga bit his lip to hold back a cry as he was picked up by his arm, carried effortlessly from the building into a car where he was tossed in the back seat. He lay slumped over on the floor board until he heard the engine turn off, he sat up, looking out of the window to see where they were. It was too dark for him to see, and he gasped softly when the door opened and he was jerked from the car. His breath caught in his throat as he felt himself being tripped, falling flat on his face on the cold cement. A whimper escaped his lips as he felt the skin on his jaw and chin scrape open, blood trickling down his neck.
"Get up, whore.." The voice demanded, and Neji did as he was told. He pushed himself up on his knees, making to stand only to feel a foot pressed firmly in his back. "I think I like you on your knees.." The foot pushed down, pressing his face back into the cement, irritating the fresh wounds on his skin. "Get up.."
Neji grimaced as he pulled up from the ground, he could feel the blood dripping from his chin, slidding down his neck into his shirt. The white-eyed teen finally made it to his feet, shutting his eyes tight as he felt strong fingers tangle themselves in his hair. If there was one thing he hated, it was other people touching his hair.. He strived to keep his long brown locks in perfect order all the time, or tied loosely behind his neck, and it made him feel slightly self-consious to even think a single strand was out of order.
The long fingers tugged him forward, dragging him by his hair into the small house the man lived in. Neji's white eyes stayed shut as he felt light threatening to burn underneath his lids with a promise to scorch his senesitive orbs. He grunted softly as he was pushed onto something soft, assuming it was a matress. His eyes opened slowly to confirm his assumptions.
"Now why don't you be a good little boy and take your clothes off for me?" The older male asked, though the question wasn't really a question, just a command softened a little. When Neji made no move to undress, Zabuza began to stress his dominance over him. He grabbed the pale teen's hair again, tugging him up onto his knees. "Look, you'll do what I say, when I say it. Got it?"
The Hyuuga nodded feebly, pulling his shirt over his head once the grip receeded. He bit his lip to hold in any protests as he unbottoned his shorts, sliding them down along with his boxers. He sat back on the bed, pulling the garments past his ankles and letting them fall unceremoniously to the floor. Neji barely suppressed a shudder when he heard a zipper come undone from behind him.
"Turn around, boy.."
The brunette turned, finding the dark-haired man had taken off his shirt and was sitting down, leaning against a headboard with his pants unzipped. The man smirked, grabbing Neji's small wrist and forcing his hand on his growing arousal. His fingers curled and rested over the smaller boy's, guiding his hand up and down in order to harden himself completly.
The white-eyed teen's face changed into a look of disgust as he felt the warm flesh under his fingers, slightly damp from sweat. He could feel the perspiration from his own hands mingling with the sweat from Zabuza's erection, and it made him want to vomit. But soon, his hand was pulled away.. Though he didn't take comfort in that just yet, he knew worse would be to come.
A hand slid into his hair, pushing him down roughly. Neji's hands pressed into the mattress instinctivly, keeping himself from being pushed all the way down.
"Don't resist me, you should be happy that I picked you over all those other boys.. Therefore, you do what I want.." The hand pushed harder, "Suck.." and Neji closed his eyes, anything but doing this, he'd do.. anything..
He mentally cursed himself for being so weak as a few tears slid down his cheeks, and he forced himself to finish the task at hand. His mouth opened, and he allowed the first few inches of the man's arousal to be pushed in. He grimaced at the salty taste of sweat on the hot skin, ignoring the urge to gag as he was forced to take in the whole thing, his lips burned with the want to pull away. The Hyuuga's body shivered, the feeling of Zabuza pressing into his throat helping him to realize how life would be probably until he died..
Neji allowed himself to feel a little bit of relief as he was pulled up, the hardness removed from his mouth. That feeling was soon gone as he was pressed face down into a pillow, his legs forced apart. "Nn- no... please, no.." He begged when he felt the man's heavy body press on top of him.
"No complaints, just shut up and take it like a good little whore.."
Neji bit back a whimper as he felt something pressing into his entrance, but couldn't hold it back as the man pressed all the way in. It burned, it hurt, it was so uncomfortable.. The Hyuuga allowed himself to sob softly into the pillow as 'Momochi-san' began thrusting full force inside of his small body. 'This isn't happening, its all a dream and I'll wake up with Sasuke and I'll be happy..' He told himself, focusing on the pillow scraping against his wounds as his body shifted up and down in time with the thrusts, just so he could ignore the pain and burning back there.. But soon enough, the burning became worse as he felt a wet warmth seeping into his body. His fingers curled into the pillow in anger, and he made a mental promise never to let this happen to Sasuke.
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Sasuke lay alone in his bed, his pillow hugged tight to his chest. He really wanted to know where Neji had gone and what was happening to him. The pale boy didn't like to sleep by himself, he just couldn't do it. And more so, he wanted to know what had been going on with Neji the past few nights. Normally, they just slept in the same bed, nothing special. But the older teen had been whispering nightly 'I love you' and giving him stray kisses.. It wasn't that he didn't like it, it just confused him. Actually, he prefered to be closer.. He just wished the Hyuuga were here..
-insert time break here-
Neji walked quietly into the door of his room, having given Orochimaru the few bills Zabuza had payed him extra for the night. He was fully expecting the small hug from Sasuke, yet still, it startled him somewhat to feel the arms wrap weakly around him.
"Neji, I was cold last night.." Sasuke small voice informed him, his pale legs carried him back to his bed as he pulled Neji by his wrist. "Where'd you go?"
The older teen just shook his head, indicating he didn't want to talk about it. He pulled himself under the worn blankets, burying his face in the pillow. The memories of those dreadful fingers in his hair invaded his mind, causing him to permit his tears to flow. He sat up, reaching over to the table next to his bed, he grabbed his brush. As he pulled the tie from his hair, he noticed a weight had settled in his lap, looking down to see Sasuke's head resting against his thighs. Their eyes met for a brief second before Neji looked away, beginning the long task of brushing out his hair. As much as he would have liked not to, he jumped slightly when the younger teen's pale fingers reached up to touch his cheek, wiping softly at the tears.
"Why are you crying, Neji?" Sasuke asked, suprisingly unaware of what this place really was. From this view, he noticed several forming scabs on his chin and jaw line.
"I don't wanna talk about it.. Not right now, at least." He explained, dropping his brush to the floor. His perfect posture changed, and his shoulders drooped, his head hung uncharacteristicly. White eyes closed, and his shoulders shook softly at first before the shudder's progressed into full on racks of his whole body.
Sasuke sat up, brows furrowed in confusion. What had happened to Neji last night? He wanted to find out, but just thoughts of the subject made the older teen cry.. He was about to pull the brunette into a hug, when the Hyuuga slid from the bed, planting himself in front of the mirror on the other side of the room.
Neji stared at his reflection, his eyes were swollen and his cheeks were red. He tilted his head upward, noting the marks on his face weren't bleeding anymore. His legs and thighs hurt, serving as a reminder of the previous nights events. "He said that.. that I should feel special.. that he picked me over everybody else. But honestly, I don't see why he did picked me.. Is it.. my hair?" His fingers moved up absently, pulling all the dark strands together in his hand as he moved it over his shoulder. "If it is.. I don't want it.. I don't want my hair at all if all its going to get me is this.." In his fit, he gripped his hair, picking up the pair of scissors he kept for trimming his locks every now and then. He closed his eyes tight, ignoring his mental protests, and roughly cut chunks and chunks at a time out. He dropped the scissors to the floor, and opened his eyes, tears slipping down his cheeks as he witnessed his reflection. The Hyuuga's brown locks were suprisingly even, but it still looked horrible, barely covered his ears now.
"Neji?" Sasuke called from his place on the bed, maybe he should have intervened before the older teen actually cut his hair off.. He slid from the bed, sitting quietly behind the white-eyed teen. The pale teen watched their reflections, his heart clenching as he stared at the many tears running down Neji's cheeks.
"It.. it looks really bad, dosen't it?" The Hyuuga whispered, tears slipping in the corners of his mouth as he spoke. "Don't lie to me and say it dosen't look all that bad just to make me feel better.."
"Neji.." Sasuke sighed, he couldn't tell him his hair looked bad.. Especially since the locks seemed to be his pride. "What happened to you?" He asked, resting his hand on the older teen's shoulder. It must have been really bad, to make Neji cut off his hair.
"I.. Sasuke, this is really bad..I can't let his happen to you, too." The brunette turned around slowly, avoiding the younger teen's charcoal eyes. "He made me go with this man last night.. and.. he did things to me.. It's not right, Sasuke..." He paused, standing up to go lay in his bed, the pale teen following behind him. "Make it go away.." He mumbled, face hid once again in his pillow.
Sasuke sighed softly, so that's what happened. He agreed with Neji, it wasn't right.. "I'm sorry, Neji.. Is there anything I can do?" He asked, hand settling on the brunette's back.
Neji just shook his head, taking comfort in the small hand. He turned over, pulling Sasuke's body on top of his. "Just lay down with me.."
(A.N.. um? how bad was that? I hope it wasn't too horrible.. this took a long time actually, a few days, didn't know what I wanted to do with it.. should I continue? I hope you guys like it.. )