Mirror of Beyond: Chapter XIV: Violations
He had to admit, before Suna fell and Orochimaru took the desert from them… he was good. No, he was better than good. He was one of the best. Sasori was the only puppet master in the world of his caliber. With youthful good looks that betrayed his age and the complete perfection he strove for, everyone respected him or wanted him. He wasn't arrogant about it, but he saw little point in being humble either. In fact he made it a point to carry himself as perfectly as he could at all times. Not only did it make him feel good, he needed to be a role model to keep the others strong. To never show weakness in the face of Orochimaru's invasions.
But there was always that one brat kid….
That cocky blonde kid was a pain in the ass. Looked like he couldn't be more than early to mid-twenties, if that. And he acted like he knew it all. Sasori thought it was laughable. Stupid kid didn't have half the experience he did.
His name was Deidara, and he'd always be in the wrong place at the wrong time. And the wrong place was wherever Sasori was, and the wrong time was whenever Sasori didn't want him there, which was always. And the idiot was always going on and on about blowing things up. He had some kind of pyro problem. And for someone like Sasori, who appreciated the delicate operations of things, this was a pain in more ways than one. Sasori would be fine-tuning a puppet for battle and then an explosion would rattle the place and throw everything off!
"Something wrong?" Deidara would smirk whenever Sasori would come out to inspect what was going on.
"Nothing," Sasori would say, trying not to grit his teeth. "Nothing at all."
He'd then return to his work. He wouldn't give this brat the satisfaction of seeing him lose his cool.
But one day the explosions didn't come. Sasori could hear people training outside and fighting all around his workshop, but no explosions. He had almost gotten used to them, but he was happy for the peace and quiet and not having to scramble around to save things from being damaged. He worked stress-free until evening and then drew his blinds closed, casting dim beams of sunset throughout the room.
He turned to pick up his pack from beside his desk and noticed it was missing. He blinked, wondering where and how he had misplaced it. He looked around, and then started to backtrack his steps. The last place to look was the storage room in the workshop. He sighed deeply, and walked into the shop, filled with life size puppet bodies and strings and bolts and joints. It was fairly dark, but he knew his way around. He saw his pack sitting on one of the tables near some equipment he had been using and walked over to it, breathing a sigh of relief. But before he could pick it up he saw what looked like a misplaced part on the table. He reached for it and held it in his hand, walking a little ways towards the door to hold it in the light. It looked like a small clay bird. He had seen something like this somewhere before….
He snapped his head up when he realized where the bird had come from. But at that exact moment he was grabbed from behind and thrown against a nearby table.
"You're insane enough to attack me in my own shop?" Sasori growled furiously. And he rose his hands, strings of nearly invisible chakra commanding the puppets around him to rise up. It was like a nightmare, with unfinished human and creature puppets coming to life, baring their weapons.
"Hold it," Deidara smirked. He forced a quick seal with his hands an a small explosion took out the back corner of puppets. "I've got the room rigged. That was a small one. Do you want to see something larger?"
Sasori showed his hesitation, and Deidara saw it plainly. Sasori the perfectionist couldn't see his beautiful puppets destroyed. He squinted a looked around. It was true. Various foreign objects were around the shop. And he knew the stupid kid was crazy enough to blow it up. He was always standing too close to his own explosions. It was like he didn't fear death or pain.
Sasori lowered his arms and the puppets became lifeless again. "What do you want?"
Deidara walked over to him casually. Sasori didn't flinch. He stood his ground. The blond smirked, his long hair completely loose for once, making him look more unkempt and insane.
"You're always so proper," Deidara chuckled, stepping close enough to make Sasori uncomfortable. "Don't you get tired of it?"
"Look, you cocky little--"
"Because I get tired of it," Deidara interrupted. He suddenly punched Sasori in the stomach and the red-head doubled over. As soon as he drew in a deep breath, something was forced into his mouth. It tasted like clay….
"If you don't keep pressure on it, you'll start to feel it warming up, and it will explode," Deidara said, completely calm.
Sasori stood up straight again, slowly. His jaw loosened slightly on the round clay bird in his mouth, and suddenly it grew very hot and started to tick. He quickly clenched down on it again.
Deidara smirked down at him and grabbed him forcefully, turning him around and forcing him to bend over the table.
"We'll need to watch those hands of yours also," Deidara said matter-of-factly. He handcuffed Sasori's hands to the table legs opposite them, so Sasori had no choice but to remain bent over the table, his upper half resting against the cold metal. When Deidara was satisfied with this he handcuffed his ankles to the table legs on either side of him, making Sasori spread his legs wide.
"You puppet masters make me laugh," Deidara smirked. "You're pathetic in close range combat."
It took a few minutes, but he managed to rip off Sasori's clothes. He laughed to himself and pushed one final round object in an extremely painful place. Sasori protested as best he could as the small object was forced inside of him. Deidara laughed again and walked out of the storage room.
"Remember to keep pressure on them," he called back, leaving Sasori there with one explosive in his mouth and the other buried in his ass.
Sasori panicked. If anyone caught him like this… he didn't even want to think about it. In fact, he considered just letting the damn things go off. But when he considered which parts of him would take the explosions the hardest he decided against it. Besides, he didn't want his dead body being found that way. He couldn't figure out which situation was more degrading: Being found dead or alive.
He tried to relax so he could think, but the instant he did he felt something growing very hot inside. He tensed up again and the one inside of him cooled slowly. But his body didn't like this intruder one bit….
Sasori felt it slipping out. He tensed his body quickly, shutting his eyes and trying to concentrate, while at the same time trying to get his hands free. But the metal cuffs against the metal table weren't helping one bit. After a long struggle of relaxing, feeling it warm inside him, and tensing again, he was getting tired. Finally he let out a breath to think, and it fell. He panicked when it hit the ground. He suddenly heard it ticking and braced himself.
But all that came was a loud pop.
"About damn time," Deidara laughed, walking back into the room.
Sasori angrily spit out the explosive in his mouth. It rolled off of the opposite end of the table and made the same popping sound.
"How sadistic do you think I am?" Deidara asked in a mock shocked tone.
"Get these things off of me," Sasori said, his mouth dry from the clay.
"I didn't say I wasn't sadistic, I was just surprised that you'd think I'd go that far," Deidara grinned.
He stood behind Sasori, and even though Sasori couldn't see him, he could feel his stares. Deidara stepped forward and leaned over Sasori's body, putting his chest on Sasori's back and pressing him painfully against the edge of the table.
"We aren't anywhere near done," Deidara whispered in his ear before biting it gently.
Keeping the weight on him, just to piss him off, Deidara slid a hand down his backside… slowly moving his hands over the curves there.
"I'm curious," Sasori hissed. "Have you ever tried to have sex with a willing person? Is that possible for you? Or do you cuff them all to tables?"
Deidara chucked and continued to touch him. "I don't see how it's any of your business," he smirked.
"It's my business when--!!"
Sasori's mind went blank. He squirmed against the table but there was no where to go. Something was suddenly very wrong.
"Surprised?" Deidara chuckled. "Don't you like it?"
Sasori shuddered. There was something hot and wet rubbing itself against him, trying to push itself inside.
"You never do pay attention, Sasori-san," Deidara smirked. He put his free hand where Sasori could see it. Sasori flinched when he saw what was there. On the palms of Deidara's hands were mouths. Actual mouths… with actual tongues.
Sasori gasped as the tongue tried to push itself inside of him again. "You mark my words… when I'm free you're as good as dead!"
"Who said I was going to free you after I use your body like a toilet?" Deidara chuckled.
He moved his free hand down and wrapped it around Sasori, sliding it between his legs. Sasori tried to buck his body away but he couldn't. The second tongue was tasting him, slowly teasing him. Sasori tried everything he could to get his mind off of it, but Deidara wouldn't let him.
"It'll stop when you cum," Deidara whispered in his ear. "You know you want it. You're a little slut deep down. All of you prim and proper types try to hide it, but deep inside you want to let it out." He started to stroke, still letting the tongue do it's work. Sasori's struggles slowly started to cease. "So Mr. Perfect," Deidara continued. "You think you can master your body so easily?"
Deidara withdrew his hand from behind Sasori, leaving him dripping with saliva. But Deidara didn't waste anytime replacing his hand with something else. It was as though he were doing any old task that he didn't really care about. Sasori made another effort at a futile struggle, but it made no difference.
The workshop was quiet one instant, and then filled with a long, drawn-out scream.
Deidara had trouble getting himself inside, but that didn't stop him from making painful effort after painful effort. And each time Sasori cried out in pain. Soon Deidara was thrusting in earnest, slamming Sasori's body against the cold table. He was using him as though he were an object. As though he was just a hole to get pleasure out of. He grabbed Sasori's hips and grinded himself inside before pumping harder, producing a series of gasps and pants from the red-head.
Before Deidara finished he pulled out and walked over to the side of the table, making sure to shoot every drop he could all over Sasori's face. Sasori shut his eyes. He had succeeded in his valiant efforts to keep from losing too much control or crying or begging. He just breathed heavily, glad it was over. Every part of him had strained and was hurting. But he could tell that Deidara didn't care one bit. In fact he thought Deidara was really going to leave again until the blonde stood behind him again and wrapped an arm around him, using his hand to stroke him again. Sasori had no fight in him. He just let it happen. He shut his eyes, his body spent. He let it happen. It took a while, but Deidara was patient… even gentle. He gently slid his free hand over Sasori's back from time to time. It was almost… soothing.
"Spend too much time around these puppets and people will see you like one," Deidara whispered to him. "Or you'll see yourself like one and forget you're human." He stroked faster and Sasori's body tensed slightly. "You can tell people I raped you," Deidara whispered in his ear. "Or you can ignore this happened. Either way I'll take the responsibility, and you can keep your moral high ground and your perfect image. I've done all the dirty work, and all you can do is let it happen while I claim you. You can't fight it, and there was nothing you can be blamed for… so give in." He slowly licked Sasori's ear as he stroked, the tongue on his hand licking in just the right spots. "Cum in my hand like the helpless little fucktoy you are. Let your cum coat my skin just like I defiled your pretty little face with mine." Sasori shook his head the best he could, fighting it. But Deidara was right. There was nothing he could do. His resistance was only prolonging the inevitable.
"You're making me hard again," Deidara whispered into his ear. "Maybe I should use your ass again. I'm sure it will slide in a lot easier this time. And I'll use you until it leaks out, so you can feel it in you until long after it's over."
Sasori let out an involuntary moan, and Deidara smiled against his ear. "Let it out," he whispered. Sasori tried to hold it in but he couldn't block these sensations. "Admit you want it, you cum-covered slut," Deidara smirked. And then his voice changed. It became darker, more menacing. "You're mine to use, and I'll make you my little bitch whenever and wherever I feel like it. I'll possess you in every way possible. That part of you deep down that wants to be corrupted will be my plaything."
Sasori groaned, his will to stop this from happening broken. A burst of shame erupted at the same time he came into Deidara's hand. His whole body shuddered at the release, and then he couldn't move anymore. Deidara smirked, and looked down at his possession. He then pulled out the key to the cuffs and let his toy lose, watching as he sank to the floor, exhausted.
And that night it was Deidara who covered him and helped him home. Deidara who cleaned him up and Deidara who was there when he went to sleep.
The workshop was seldom locked after that. Deidara took the burden upon himself to make himself the filthy one, doing everything in his power to make Sasori helpless to being ravaged and used. Letting Sasori keep his good image by forcing him to become his toy.
…Until Orochimaru came.
Sasori lost more than his home that day. He lost more than the desert. He lost so much more….
"There is something so delicate about young women, isn't there?" Orochimaru mused and he and Rei stood in the flower shop. The sun was already gone, and the closed shop was growing dark. "Males have a handsome quality all their own, one I much prefer. But girls have something indescribable to their beauty."
Rei was listening, but didn't respond. He was too busy watching the vain struggle as Kimimaro cornered the poor blonde who often ran the shop. Her wrists were tied behind her with wire used to hold the flower stems and bouquets together. Kimimaro seemed to be enjoying this more than usual. In fact, they were here to punish the family for being traitors and plotting an uprising, but the only one here was the young woman. She probably had nothing to do with it, but punishing ones family was a sure way to send a good message. Still, Kimimaro was taking delight in making this personal.
"Their bodies are softer and more delicate," Orochimaru continued as Kimimaro ripped open her blouse and pushed her bra up to expose her breasts. "Their curves make them appear as human flowers."
Kimimaro had her pinned against the wall. He forced his hands up her skirt and pulled the crotch of her panties aside so he could violate her. Rei couldn't see the details, but it was obvious when he pushed inside. The girl's eyes widened in terror and her jaw dropped slightly. Kimimaro was bent at the knees slightly, and his hips started to rock against her. He forced one of her legs up for easier access.
"And there is an entirely different feeling when you take them," Orochimaru chuckled. "Spreading open their womanhood, so delicate and flowerlike in itself, and sliding yourself into that soft, warm tunnel of flesh gives one the feeling of ultimately defiling and claiming something."
The girl whimpered pathetically as Kimimaro continued his assault. He wasn't extremely rough, but he was definitely drawing it out. Before he finished he pulled out and forced the girl to her knees. He forced her mouth open and forced it to pleasure him. He had her sitting with her head against the wall, and soon he put his palms against it and started to do the work for her, thrusting his hips forward, nearly choking her since her head had no where to go.
"This is a weapon we use a lot, isn't it?" Orochimaru said. "But there are so many reasons and ways to connect with someone through entering them and being entered by them. It can be the most pleasurable or the most painful thing in the world. But we truly find out who we are when we connect like this. We truly know about our relationship with someone else when we connect through our bodies."
"What do you think about these two then?" Rei asked as he heard the girl gag.
Orochimaru smiled and shrugged a shoulder. "Perhaps the flowers are too expensive for him." He leaned against the wall as if nothing were happening. "But Rei, we haven't talked about Gaara yet."
Rei's face darkened at the name.
"It's hard to control someone with that much power," Orochimaru sighed. "But it can be done."
"That's the problem," Rei said. "Hinata is one thing. But this is something I wish I could do for myself. Otherwise it's meaningless."
"Does it really matter how he breaks, as long as he breaks?" Orochimaru asked. "Look how weak he was before, just from his chakra being drained. I would never have known he was a threat. But from what little you've mentioned, I gather that it was his emotions that allowed you to slip in, not the weakness of his body."
"He's the Kazekage again," Rei said bitterly. "What can I do to break that spirit?"
"Things like that take time," Orochimaru chuckled. "But first, we'll take his strength from him. He'll be your new toy, with or without a broken spirit. Then we'll see what comes out of it."
The sound of something cutting through the air hit Rei's ears, and then the sound of something rolling across the floor. The headless body of the girl slumped in the shadows of the room.
"After all," Orochimaru said. "It's times like this that we figure out who we really are with others."
He could feel his heart beating hard in his chest, and that dark, wild presence behind him. Neji stood as still as he could, his white eyes focused ahead of him. Gaara's darker copy stood behind him. Directly behind him… his breath gently hitting Neji's long, dark hair.
Suddenly Neji dashed forward and leapt into the air, turning midway so that he could see the evil incarnation of Gaara below him. The sand was already after him, and right before it overtook him he spun his body like a top and created a burst of twisting chakra around him. His Kaiten blocked the sand, and his chakra immobilized most of it, causing it to crash back to the ground. Neji landed safely on a high rock on the mountainside. But the sand wouldn't let up. It was coming from all directions now, and evil Gaara wasn't moving otherwise.
Neji blinked, remembering years back when his teammate had fought Gaara in the Chuunin exams. Avoiding the sand wasn't the answer. He had to attack the source.
Evil Gaara showed little surprise when Neji twisted his body around an airborne column of sand and actually ran down the length of it until he got back to the ground. Neji then ran at him and moved so fast he was a blur, and sometimes it appeared he just wasn't there. But in the span of a couple seconds, Neji had executed sixty-four perfectly placed hits on his body. In an instant the sand fell to the ground, Gaara's chakra cut off.
Neji backed away a good distance, his senses still alert. And it was a good thing… because the dark Gaara smirked at him, and seconds later there was a landslide from the mountain side. He had shifted the sand under the rocks. And now both of them were standing in harms way as boulders came flying down towards them.
Neji gracefully dodged what he could and then ran away from the mountainside, getting himself out of harm's way. But he felt a presence behind him. The evil Gaara was coming.
Once out of the way of the rocks Neji turned and prepared to fight again.
"Don't you learn?" Gaara smirked. "Your tricks won't work on me."
Neji took a deep breath. His attack was perfectly executed to halt Gaara's chakra, and yet it didn't make a dent. He'd have to think of something else. He focused on Gaara with his Byakugan again. He looked closer than he had when the fight began. What he saw there… he didn't like.
"What's wrong?" evil Gaara smirked darkly.
The sand burst out of the ground and wrapped around Neji's arms and legs. Neji had felt it coming and had tried to flow his chakra to disrupt it, but he found himself trapped anyway. He blinked and ejected chakra out of the points of his body that needed to be freed, but there was no effect. He couldn't have jumped because there was sand in the air waiting for him. He calmly stood there thinking of a solution.
"No, enough of that," evil Gaara said walking forward. "That thinking of yours. Nothing good comes out of it." He stood face to face with Neji and commanded the sand to slowly wrap around his throat. "Your resistance made me happy," he said softly. He leaned forward and licked from the side of Neji's neck, up his jaw, and over his ear.
"You're self aware and claim to be a part of the Gaara I know," Neji said calmly, ignoring the tongue trailing over his skin. "What are you? The Gaara from this world should be dead. And even if he wasn't, he wouldn't think he existed as a part of someone else."
"I told you," the evil incarnation said as he moved his hands up Neji's chest. "I am him, and he is me. And together, we are Gaara."
"How do you share existence with each other?" Neji asked, keeping his mind focused.
"He is Gaara, as Gaara truly is," the other replied. "But I shared his existence, for a time. And when people spoke to Gaara they were speaking to me. When they interacted with me it meant speaking to him. Together we are one."
Neji met his eyes, fearlessly. "Shukaku…." he murmured. "You're Shukaku… Gaara's demon…."
The darker Gaara smirked. "You dare use my name so simply," he smiled. "Such a brave boy." His hands were still moving over Neji's body. "I was inside of him. I was one with him."
"You're an illusion," Neji said. "Shukaku is not here. You're just a dreamed up imitation, which is why my eyes can't truly focus on your energy. And which is why you don't share half of the wickedness that Shukaku embodied. You're simply an echo… a sliver of what Gaara was under Shukaku's influence."
"Will it matter what I am if I can hurt you enough?" the other chuckled. "I exist now. How or why or in what form does not matter." He tightened the sand around Neji slightly.
"So you're lonely?" Neji asked looking down at him calmly. "Your existence was so dependent on him for so long that you… or even this illusion of you… can't bare to be without it. But then why not take him? Why not bring me here?"
Gaara looked unaffected by his words, he leaned and brushed his lips against Neji's. "Stupid, oblivious child," he muttered.
Neji was suddenly pulled against the ground by the sand so that he was lying on his back with this arms and legs being held in place. He tried to use his chakra to break free, but in this illusion world, it was no use. The same rules weren't applying, no matter how real it seemed. Because even for this world, this Gaara broke the rules. His existence… this echo-like, illusionary existence… had some mystery that Neji hadn't solved yet. His power was too much like Shukaku's, except without Shukaku present. It was as if this incarnation's will was enough to make him unbeatable.
Some of the sand around them rose out of the ground in very thin pillars. They rose until they formed long, thin, needles. Neji didn't like where this was going.
Gaara's form stood over him, but it wasn't the Gaara he knew staring down at him so wickedly.
"I told you I was going to hurt you," he smirked. "Scream for me?"
One of the long needles came down and stabbed Neji through one of his hands. He visibly flinched but took a deep breath and bore the pain. Soon the second came down through his other hand. And the whole while evil Gaara stood there, getting more and more excited. Two more of the enormous needles came down and stabbed Neji through the shoulders, two more through his thighs, and then one through his stomach and another through his chest. None of them caused anything life threatening for the moment. But it was painful. Neji was breathing hard, his chest heaving. His blood was spreading across his uniform.
"Not a sound?" Gaara said, sounding disappointed. He reached over and one by one, started to pull the needles out very, very slowly. Neji shut his eyes as the blood started to flow even more. He was burning all over, and the parts that had started to numb were on fire again. His chakra was wildly churning, slamming into the Gaara look-alike, but he was having no affect. He grew more frustrated. He was used to surprises in his job, but not an enemy that so completely defied what he knew should be true. And he knew he should be having an effect.
The so-called Gaara took his time, and the needles were finally drawn out, but the sand still held his victim in place. He knelt between Neji's legs and pulled out a kunai, tearing away Neji's clothes and revealing his torso. He lowered his head and started to lick the blood away, trailing his tongue over every drop, getting more excitement than he should out of the taste. He went from naval to stomach, stomach to chest, and then when he was done there he licked across Neji's lips with the blood still on them.
"You still aren't screaming," he smirked down at Neji, who was still breathing heavily but otherwise keeping his composure. "You resisted just like I wanted you two. And now I can break you," he bit Neji's lower lip and then looked down at him again. A larger needle than the rest rose out of the ground. "I'll just have to put a hole through this pretty body of yours," he said as he ran a hand over Neji's well-toned torso. "And then I'll fuck the wound. Feel your blood on me. And if you don't scream I'll cut a hole through your throat, and do the same thing there."
"Sounds kinky," Neji said as calmly as he could between breaths.
Gaara grinned wildly and took the large needle in his hand, holding it over Neji's chest.
"I wonder," Neji spoke up, "How a dream would do against another dream? Because dreams have a logic unique to them…. So even if you break my logic, could you break your own?"
Dark Gaara rose a questioning brow, but only a second later he sensed incoming danger. He leapt out of the way before several sharp ice formations surrounded Neji, angled in just the right way to cover him and stab straight through Gaara's body. As soon as he leapt clear the sand let Neji loose, and the ice burst into tiny, harmless flakes. A figure jumped between Neji and Gaara's evil double, standing defensively.
"Don't move," Haku said, staring straight at the double. "Or I will be your opponent."
The real Gaara was worried, thinking about Neji being taken by his evil double. That double had hinted to Shukaku, and although the possibility of it being the real Shukaku was low, it was still enough to put him on edge. He sat against the wall of the metal cell, thinking. He thought it might be a little insulting to Neji to be worried when he was so powerful, but he also knew how powerful Shukaku was. He sighed deeply. Would it be wise to wait for Neji to find him, or should he attempt to break out now and find the others himself? Neji's Byakugan gave him the advantage either way when it came to tracking them down. He would be fine no matter what Gaara did.
Right when he stood to execute a plan, he heard a noise. He looked around to see the vents and the looking space on the door sealed completely. Air tight. Would they try to suffocate him?
Suddenly the walls lit up with glyphs and symbols. Gaara studied them and narrowed his eyes. This had been banned by all the countries in his world. To be found using this technique was a certain act of war. Full body chakra seals, not unlike the small seal on Neji's forehead or the seals used to stop curse techniques. But this would devastate any ninja, and was often done improperly, which meant permanent damage.
Gaara looked around quickly. He didn't know whether to stand in the middle of the room and take the full force of the sealing, or to stand in the corner and try to minimize it. If he stood in the middle there was a better chance that it would be done properly, and that maybe it could be undone. If he stood in the corner, he might minimize the affects, but then if it were done improperly his entire body could suffer from a botched seal. He weighed his options as he studied the glyphs, which were lighting up and forming all over the walls of the square room. He couldn't imagine the man-power it would take to create this many seals or how many people Orochimaru was sucking chakra from.
Taking a deep breath, he ran to the middle of the room. The glyphs gave off a burst of light, and soon every symbol around him flew to the middle of the room as though he had sucked them right off of the walls. He grit his teeth as the painful technique hit. The symbols massed themselves and collected and got smaller and smaller. They collected at seven points on his body, forming a small seal there. From the top if his head the seven seals formed a line down the center of his body. He really, really didn't like where the last one landed.
When the room was dark again, the lights came back up and the vents opened. He felt weak, but it felt as though the seals were done properly. He knew things like this could be reversed with time. He was never taught how because he had been the victim of the Shukaku seal. He doubted Neji knew either. But he knew it was possible to reverse it.
He almost cursed himself for not breaking out sooner. He should have known that Orochimaru would be more clever than to think he couldn't get out of he wanted to.
Suddenly the door flew open and Orochimaru walked in. "Good, you chose the middle," he chuckled. "Sometimes people take the corners and it always leads to problems. Some can no longer walk, some are blind, and others, well… you can imagine what happens when the lowest seal messes up."
Gaara stood up slowly and took a deep breath, remaining calm.
"Well," Orochimaru said, "We should go. Now that your powers are depleted we can put you to better use."
Three large ninja came in and unchained Gaara, then pulled him out of the room. He was pulled from the lower jails and made to walk through the village and then out of it. They walked through the forest for a long time until they came to a large mansion. Somehow Gaara knew that the others were here. This was working out better than he could have hoped.
Or so he thought.
He was yanked through the halls and pulled up to one of the rooms. The door was thrown open and he was thrown at someone's feet. He looked up to see Rei, who looked just as surprised that he was there as he felt to be there. Gaara was starting to wish they had kept him in that jail.
An arm reached around Gaara and a cloth with odd fumes coming off of it was placed over his nose and mouth.
"How do you want him?" was the last thing Gaara heard Orochimaru ask Rei from the doorway.
When Gaara woke up he groaned, getting extremely tired of waking up in odd, inconvenient, or just ridiculous situations. He tried to move, but took a good long look at himself. He immediately tried to will himself to pass out again.
He was seated against a wall so that he could sit upright. His wrists were handcuffed in front of him, and his knees were bent up because of a device that was cuffed to his ankles. It was a long bar that forced him to keep his legs spread apart. As if all of this wasn't bad enough, the only item of clothing he had on was a very short skirt. His brow twitched, and he really hoped, for the sake of his captors, that this was a nightmare. Because this deserved death.
The door swung open and Rei walked in, closing it behind him. Gaara realized this was Rei's bedroom.
"You can't be serious," Gaara tried to say, but it came out as a series of muffled sounds. Oh yes, of course. A ball gag. Could it get more cliché?
"You know," Rei smirked, "You hear about these things, and yet it's usually so ridiculous that you assume no one really does it." He walked forward and admired the view. "But what better way to make someone feel humiliated? The skirt is a nice touch, wouldn't you say?"
Rei started laughing, and Gaara started plotting his immediate death. And if anyone attempted to rescue him now, he was sorry to say he might have to plot their immediate deaths as well.
Rei walked over and pulled at a leash that was around Gaara's neck. He pulled hard, and Gaara's body was still weak, so he came toppling forward face first. Now his cheek was pressed to the floor as his ass in the air. He had to keep his legs bent and he couldn't bring them together because of the bar. As soon as he had his strength back, sealed or not, Gaara vowed Rei would wish he'd never been born.
"You know," Rei grinned. "I never got the best look at this view. When you begged me to fuck you in the past it was always so rushed." He ran a hand under the skirt over Gaara's backside. "But now, I can take all the time I need."
Gaara was blushing furiously and he knew it. But he couldn't stop it from happening. He was still pissed off about the skirt. At this point he'd take the rest, just not the skirt. Of all the embarrassing, moronic--
"While it would be fun to humiliate you further by sticking anything I could find in this room up that tight little ass of yours," Rei smirked darkly, "We both know that I was never one for foreplay. Before you woke up I saw to it that you'd be leaking lube for days."
Rei kneeled behind Gaara, his crimson robes making a soft sound that contrasted his rough movements. Gaara shut his eyes and tried to relax. After all, he had done this with Rei before. It would probably feel the same. It couldn't be anymore painful than it had in the past. But he slowly opened his eyes as Rei started his slow entrance into his body. Unlike before, Gaara didn't want this…. He wanted no part of this. He didn't want Rei inside him, on him, or anywhere near him. The past was a mistake… and this was just rape.
Rei grabbed and thrust into him and Gaara shut his eyes again. He was happy that Rei cut his hair. He didn't have to feel that familiar hair brushing against his skin anymore. But even if those long strands were still there… Neji would never make him feel this injustice. Maybe it wouldn't be familiar after all.
Gaara's cheek painful dragged against the floor a bit. He could feel his saliva leaking onto the floor beneath him. His knees were starting to hurt.
And Rei was looking down at him, triumphant. The Kazekage has been reduced to this: His bitch. He watched closely as he entered and then sank into Gaara's body again and again. The domination he felt was undeniable. Orochimaru was right. As long as he had him, what did it matter how it came about? Gaara was bent over for him, and he had complete control over whatever pain or comfort he felt. Looking down at Gaara right now was nothing short of a victory for him.
Rei grabbed the leash beside him and roughly pulled it back. Gaara automatically had to bring his cuffed arms forward to support his upper body on his forearms. Rei held the leash tight was he fucked him, nearly cutting off his air if he made the effort to lean too far forward.
And for a time Orochimaru listened from the other side of the door in his usual amusement. "Violation comes in so many forms," Orochimaru chuckled to himself. "Who is to say when it's wrong? There is such a fine line between pain and pleasure."
--To Be Continued--