He did everything in his power to put others off. He acted like he was a snob, tried his hardest to be a constant asshole, and his face almost never had a smile on it. He didn't want to even think about having a girlfriend until his mission was completed, and he never even took into consideration that perhaps it wasn't a girlfriend he had been wanting in his hormonal fits of adolescence.

When he and Naruto had first gotten together, he hadn't been sure what to make of it. Surely he was going crazy, right? Wrong, he was perfectly sane. Well, as sane as he had ever been, but that didn't matter much now. He was with his perfect boy, and there was no way in hell he was going to ever let the blonde go. Perhaps that mind set was what set them on this road? Perhaps Sasuke's obsession over his lover is what made him become who he was, but one thing was for sure; whoever or whatever changed Sasuke, sealed Naruto's fate.

They were nothing like they had been. Nothing was the same anymore; the apartment was furnished the same way, they went to the same job every day, they wore similar clothes to when they had first moved in… it was different though.

Naruto had wanted out.

And he got out.

Tsunade looked at him with sad eyes, biting her lip to keep from speaking. The boy sat before her, covered in blood from head to toe, bruises dashed across his body in various stages of healing and clean streaks over his cheeks where tears had washed the grime away. His hands were clenched into fists on his lap, normally happy eyes staring straight ahead with a darkened and horrified look. He'd been through something horrid, and it was time to hear it…

"I had to, Grandma… You don't know what he's put me through… when we…" he broke off and took a deep breath, throat hoarse and ragged. "When we first got together, everything was so perfect but… h-he g-g-got…"

The woman frowned deeply, touching his hand lightly as she leaned forward; she gazed at his face with understanding. "Just start from the beginning. It'll be ok, Naruto. No one's going to hurt you."

The boy looked down and nodded, jerking away from the touch…

Seven Months Earlier

"Sasuke-sama! I'm home!" Naruto shouted happily, smiling as he shut the door behind him, arms laden with bags of food. Heading to the kitchen he started humming lightly, trying to think what the two of them should have for supper.

He wasn't a great cook and there really wasn't a lot he knew how to make, but Sasuke was even worse in the culinary arts than he was.

The Uchiha looked up from his scroll and nodded, before looking back down with a frown, positioning his hands slowly as he tried to figure out why this jutsu wasn't working right. "Do you think it would matter what hand I use as my dominate hand, Naru-chan?" he asked, slightly irritable.

The boy blinked and shook his head. "Nah, and stop calling my Naru-chan. It makes me sound like a girl." His tan hand pulled on the chrome handle, opening the refrigerator door so he could put the milk in the fridge.

When he turned around he noticed the glare on his boyfriend's face, making him shift uncomfortably and gulp. "I'll call you whatever I want…" was the slow reply, making Uzumaki glare right back. His hand worked quickly as he formed a shadow clone, pointing to the bags, then the cabinets angrily and heading over to the counter so he could be directly across from his significant other.

"Sasuke, we've talked over this a thousand times! You know I HATE being called that! You promised not to call me Naru-chan!" he stated, voice rising already.

They'd fought the day before as well, and the tension growing between them had been escalating exponentially over the past week. Sasuke's eyes faded to red as he slammed down his scroll and got out of his chair, palms laying flat against the polished counter. "Naru-chan! NARU-CHAN, NARU-CHAN, NARU-CHAN! I can call you whatever the FUCK I want! It's a name!!!! It's not like I'm asking you to throw on a dress and start singing nursery rhymes for fuck's sake! And what's with getting the Kage Buunshin to do your work for you, huh? Is arguing with me a better use of your time and chakra, you fucking idiot!" he snapped back, lips curled in anger and eyes blazing with rage.

The blonde cried out angrily, grabbing the scroll from the table and throwing it across the room, successfully denting the wall. "You're always angry Sasuke! So what if I made a doppelganger?! At least I'm doing something around the house instead of bitching and moaning while reading up on jutsus all day! When are you ever going to USE half of them? You're always going on and on about getting stronger and working harder, but you never stop to realize what this is doing to me!" His voice was getting even louder now, able to be considered a full out shout as they stood facing each other, hands on the table and faces twisted with malice.

"You're ALWAYS doing chores around here, huh? Goddamn it Naruto! The only reason you have to clean so FUCKING MUCH is because ever since I let you move in; you've done nothing but MAKE THE MESS! You're a fucking slob! This isn't because I don't give you attention, is it?! You're looking for someone other than yourself to blame for every room in here being a fucking PIGSTY! GOD! I shouldn't have even let you move in in the first place!"

Naruto recoiled, hurt etched over his face as he took a step back. His voice was weaker when he spoke, lips quivering some. "Y-you don't want me here anymore?" He seemed unsure for a moment, but soon regained his composure, turning on his heel and punching the counter so hard it cracked. "FINE! I'm GONE!"

"Oh no you don't! Naruto, you're not going anywhere!" shouted Sasuke, moving forward and catching the Kyuubi's wrist, pulling him back. The boy fought him, trying to get his arm free so he could grab his pack and get out of the apartment. He didn't know what happened, but something fierce and ugly welled up inside the dark haired teen, making him draw back his arm and let it rip. The crack made the entire apartment freeze, not even the air dared to move as Naruto's head snapped to the side, a red handprint developing on the cheek where he had been slapped.

He was completely stunned.

Not because of the pain, but because Sasuke had just hit him. Tears threatened to spill over his eyes as he turned his face to look at the man who had just done that, only to find him staring at his own palm in horror and surprise. Dark eyes swiveled to his in sincere apology as Sasuke let go of his wrist and took a half step back. "Oh… god… Naruto… Naruto I'm so sorry. I- I don't know what came over me. Did I hurt you? Please say no, I couldn't live with myself if I hurt you. God, I'm so sorry. Please… don't leave me; I'll never do it again. Fuck, I'm so sorry!" He continued to babble, his eyes wide and terror filled as he quested over the blonde's face in search of any indication of his emotions.

Naruto didn't move for a moment, but soon pity over took him and he closed the space between him and Sasuke. Shushing the other, he shook his head and cupped his face in his hands. "Hey, it's ok. No harm done. Sasuke calm down, I'll be fine. I was just stunned, is all. Now shhhh, come on, quiet down." He cooed, trying to get the horrified guy to shut up and stop looking like he had just killed a puppy.

Sasuke looked like he was about to cry, his hands laying over Naruto's, shaking, clinging to him like the boy was suddenly going to disappear. "Oh god, Naruto. I really am sorry. Shit, I didn't mean to, I just… I was so angry, I didn't know what I was doing!" he caught a sob in his throat, bending his head forward so that he was resting against the Uzumaki's chest.

Arms wrapped around his shoulders, bringing him even closer as Naruto rocked some, looking up to the crevice where the ceiling met the wall. "Shhhhhh, it's ok." He whispered, repeating the words over and over as he calmed the other down. There was a feeling of dread sinking in his stomach, trying to eat its way through the lining as he swallowed thickly, closing his eyes and hugging tighter.

Pulling away and holding the man at arm's length, he blinked big blue eyes. "Sit down Sasuke, eat something, or drink some tea." He ordered, waiting until he saw him do just that. "I'll be at Iruka's tonight, and I'll come with him to get my stuff in the morning." Orange cotton rustled as his body turned, and he walked out the door, slamming it behind him and leaving Sasuke sitting alone in the silence that followed.

It didn't take a lot of explanation beyond "We're breaking up," to make Iruka willing to let Naruto stay.

"Don't worry about it; stay as long as you need to find another apartment." The teacher had even set him up with futon and a good sized quilt to tide him over.

The morning came too quickly, and Naruto was up before his adoptive father had a chance to hit the snooze button. Plodding around the kitchen, the teen picked at a piece of unadorned toast, blanching at the card board taste and texture, trying to get the feeling of depression from lurking over him. It was like there was no sun hanging in the sky, knowing that he wasn't an item with Sasuke Uchiha anymore; his chest felt like it was ripping itself apart, rebelling against his stomach, and prodding his tear glands all at the same time, not giving him any chance but to comply with its wishes. Before he even had time to process what was happening, his knees collided with the hard tiles and he pressed his hands over his lips, sobs escaping from his throat loudly.

Wheezing, he gasped for air through the tears that ran over his cheeks, toast forgotten somewhere nearby as he hunched over. His body felt like it was going to explode. He certainly would have, given the option. Everything hurt; whether that everything was his body or his mind… it didn't matter. He was ripped open, and all his organs had been slashed and ripped out so that they could rot on the floor.

He wasn't going to go back to Sasuke, and it hurt so much that he grabbed his sides, holding them tightly to make sure he wasn't going to shatter and spray bits of himself over the floor.

There was no way he was being quiet, that's why it wasn't that much of a surprise when Iruka was suddenly there, holding him tight against his chest and making shushing sounds that only a father could make. It only made the blonde cry harder as he twisted just right, nestling himself into the stronghold of the man's arms and pressing a balled hand to the bare chest he cried into. Sad brown eyes were closed as he was held tight, rocking some to get him calm.

"Hey now, what's all this? Tell me what happened, Naruto. What happened that made you so upset?" Iruka delved, his lips set straight and his arms never loosening their grip. It made his heart wrench to see Naruto like this, in so much pain that he couldn't stop. He was supposed to protect the boy, and now the only thing he could do was make sure that he was there to comfort him.

The blonde shook his head slowly, like it was too much work to do. "Fuck, Iruka-sensei… I don't know what happened!" He sobbed again, biting his lower lip and hiccupping some, trying not to get sick. "We fought so much lately, and last night we were shouting so loud, all about the stupidest things! I got so mad; he said that it was a mistake letting me move in… I tried leaving. I couldn't believe it when he hit me, oh god." He took a deep, ragged breath, trying to hold back even more sobs and wails as he threw his arms around his guardian. "He was so sorry, so upset afterwards, but god, Iruka. I don't know what to do! I love him so much! Oh God, I'm so LOST!"

Ice seemed to seep into the elder man's bones, making him clench his jaw in anger. He hugged tighter, hanging on with a severe sense of protectiveness that he couldn't hide as he stared out the window with cold eyes.

Sasuke had made Naruto cry.

Sasuke had hurt Naruto badly.

Sasuke had hit his son.

He must have been shaking, because Naruto pulled away some, swinging his head side to side. "Iruka, you can't do anything! Don't, it was only once. I'm fine, I swear. It wasn't even that bad, just please say you won't do anything!" he pleaded, begging and shaking his teacher's shoulders to make sure that he was being heard.

The man looked tortured, "Naruto…"

"No, Iruka! No speeches, just promise!" His lips were set straight, and his eyes were just as dedicated.

Iruka knew that look; at he wouldn't be able to dissuade him otherwise. Nodding, he gulped thickly and looked to the side. "This goes against everything I know, Naruto."

"I know Iruka… just… promise me." The teacher sighed and nodded, releasing the blonde and setting his hands on the cold floor. The boy sighed and leaned forward, setting his forehead on the man's bare shoulder. "Thank you…"

The sun was high in the sky when Naruto finally set out, walking alone to his destination without leaving a note. Pulling out his keys, he opened the apartment door, lips set in a straight line and eyes cast to the floor as he walked through. He had a few packs for his clothes and personal belongings, and then he was set to go again. So preoccupied with just heading for his stuff, the boy didn't notice Sasuke beside him until something came in contact with his throat, slamming him against the wall and stealing his breath.

The Uchiha smiled at him as he struggled, pressing harder and making him gasp. "You know what Naruto? I decided that you aren't leaving me." He moved closer, keeping his grip on the blonde firm as he closed the space between them, his knee rested between the boy's legs and pushing slightly, causing him to struggle and writhe.

He pressed harder, rocking his knee a bit as his free hand collected Naruto's wrists, pinning them to the wall easily before he had a chance to recover. His breath traced across the tan skin of the Jinchuuriki's neck, raising goose bumps and leaving a trail of moisture that was licked up.

He was being toyed with, the Uzumaki could tell that much. Sasuke was pulling another of his controlling episodes that had been sparse over the past month or so, trying to get him to comply with the dark haired teen's wishes. Letting out a ragged breath, he barely caught a moan as the knee at his groin stroked again, pressing harder against his slight arousal. This really wasn't fair, he hadn't had any time to recover from the surprise attack, and already he was being sexually exploited against the hallway wall. Turning his head to the side, he whispered no, several times.

He was blatantly ignored as Sasuke relieved the pressure on his throat, using that hand to turn his face towards him and unite their lips. It was a deep and passionate kiss, not filled with love, but lust and power as their tongues collided and tangled.

Naruto responded on instinct, his body uncooperative with his mind which screamed for this to stop before it was too far into it that he couldn't leave.

Teeth found his bottom lip and tugged lightly, making him gasp and buck his hips forward. How could he have forgotten that Sasuke's knew everything that turned him on, especially after how long they had been together? The friction from the hip movement made him whimper, and he rocked back, trying to increase the feeling. All of his rationality and sanity had gone right out with window, along with his plan, and the control of the situation.

A hand found its way under his shirt, and he sighed, "Sa-sasuke… stop…" he begged, pleaded as his back arched in pleasure.

The Uchiha smirked. "Why stop when you're enjoying it so much?" he asked, adding a purr and leaving a hickey shortly after. The blonde couldn't respond as he tried to catch his fleeting breath. The hand that had found his nipple dropped away, tugging at the button on his pants and freeing his boxers quickly.

At this point, Naruto was beginning to feel panicked, scared. He tried to wrench away, but was held tight as fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking harshly and forcefully. "I love you Naruto, I always have… you won't leave me. You know that. Just be quiet, enjoy this and give yourself to me."

They had never gone this far, never even talked about going this far yet. At the beginning of this whole thing, Naruto and he had promised to leave that until they were both ready. Apparently that vow meant nothing now. Pain at the back of his knees made Naruto drop, fingers gouging at his scalp as Sasuke secured a grip on his hair. Letting go of his wrists, the raven-haired boy unzipped his pants, pulling out his erection and waving it in front of the terrified blonde. Teasing, taunting, humiliating.

And just as quickly as he had initiated the attack, Sasuke forced his jaws open, thrusting forward as he ripped on the spiky hair, succeeding in filling the boy's mouth without him being able to resist. The length hit the roof of his mouth and slid along, making him gag and his throat rebel, trying to force the obstruction out. Tears came to his eyes, but the teen didn't seem to care as he jerked his hand some, forcing the blonde's head back, before yanking it forward again, hitting along the gag reflex yet again. Naruto felt his body tense, to the point it was almost a convulsion as he was slammed into again. Squeezing his eyes shut, he put his hands up, trying to keep Sasuke's hips back, but no matter how hard he pushed, he couldn't seem to find the strength to get free.

It seemed like it lasted an eternity before the Uchiha pulled away, moving his own hand to his shaft a rubbing for a bit. And just like that, he climaxed, splattering Naruto's face and hair with the sweet and sticky mess.

"I should have made you swallow that." The teen said sadistically, zipping his pants back up. Pulling his arm back, he swung it down, slapping him across a clean cheek and sending him to his side on the floor, where he lay shaking and dirty. "Go clean yourself up."

The blonde didn't move, just laid there, tears running down his face and body quivering beyond his control. Eventually he forced himself to stand up and go to the bathroom. Locking the door, he started sobbing, the sound echoing down the hall and resulting in the TV being turned up louder. The water from the shower head hit his face with a burning thunder, making him shudder even more and drop to his knees.

Resuming the position from that morning, he held his chest and doubled over, gasping for air as the water ran over his body. His throat hurt, burned even where he had been clothes-lined, and his jaw ached uncontrollably.

Everything was sore, but that wasn't physical, it was mental. He had just been raped, but his had been ex. And now, he was too scared to leave, and he knew that he was too ashamed to say anything.

He was trapped.