Victor Goes the Spoils
By: Selim
Rating: M+
Summary: [Challenge Fic] Sora loses the battle against Ansem in KH. Now he's one of three slaves to the overlord. Can anyone save them?
Timeline: Probably will remain stopped at KH because I haven't played KH2 or CoM
Pairings: Ansem x Sora, Ansem x Riku, Ansem x Kairi (implied), Ansem x Riku x Sora

Disclaimer: I do not own KH. I am not making any money off this fiction.

"Sora, time to get up."

"Go away…"

"Heh, heh. He's such a heavy sleeper."

Kairi's voice woke Sora out of his deep slumber, startling him up past his plush pillows. Sitting next to him, nearly perched over him to make sure he was okay, Kairi was smiling. Beside her, less excited but still smiling, was Riku. Both were dressed in a faint gray uniform with the heartless symbol on their right shoulder. While Kairi's was a short dress that hugged her huge abdomen, Riku was dressed in a tight pair of pants and an unbuttoned gray shirt. The red was the only color on them for any individuality. Kairi giggled again.

Pleased that Sora was up, Riku reached over towards a nightstand where folded pile of gray clothes sat. "You should get dressed before Ansem find you showing his goods to Kairi." The brunette blushed; taking his clothes from Riku's outstretched hands. When Kairi's back was turned he slowly dressed in matching uniform to the silver haired teen's. Dressed, he took a seat again, pulling his legs to his chest. Blue eyes couldn't meet Riku's, not after what had happened. Even Kairi's smile faltered as she looked down at her hands, folded in her lap.

"I used a cure on your back while you were out." The girl finally said, hoping to break the silence.

"…Thanks." Sora whispered, his gaze returning to his pillows.

Unable to handle the nervousness coming from his usually vibrant friend, Riku rushed over the bed toward Sora. Grabbing the boy's arms, Riku shook them earning a startled look from his best friend, "No one's blaming you for what happened. We are years younger than those other fighters. Maybe if we were older by a year or two we'd of been ready for all this."

Shaking, the brunette reached for his friend's upper arms, squeezing. "No! It's all my fault! I was able to beat Leon. I beat all those heartless. I was ready. I was—"

Pulling Sora into his chest, Riku rested a comforting hand on his best friend's head. "You did your best. Ansem just has hundreds of years more experience than us. He has control of the Heartless. You shouldn't blame yourself. We'll just train when he's gone. We'll fight together next time."

"Where's Donald and Goofy? The last I heard he'd shoved them in cells just like mine."

Releasing his hold on his friend, Riku turned away. "If he couldn't sleep with it properly, he got rid of them. Five months ago we ate them. To punish you he stuffed your pillow with Donald's feathers. Every time you got to eat it was a meat from a friend. I'm sorry."

"No!" The brunette cried out, rushing over to his pillow. Like the finest of glass, the boy carefully lifted the object into his arms before clutching it tightly to his chest. "Donald! I'm sorry!" Sora cried into the thin fabric, into the feathers. If only he'd been stronger against Ansem he'd have defeated the Heartless Creator. He would have saved all the worlds from darkness. From the Heartless. Kairi reached over, touching the boy's shoulders reassuringly, but Sora shrugged her off. "Go away."

"But…" The girl whispered.

"Go away!" Sora cried out into his pillow.

Grabbing Kairi's upper arm, Riku lead her away from the Keyblade Master. "Leave him. We need to go to Ansem anyway. Sora." He raised his voice, catching Sora's attention momentarily. "You need to join us for dinner after the grand bell chimes. Don't be late or you'll regret it. You just got out of that cell, don't tempt Ansem. He won't waste time to punish you."

"I don't care! Go away! Go away!" Sora threw the pillow made of Donald at his dearest friends. Rolling his eyes, Riku lead Kairi out of the room, smoothly shutting the door behind him. Alone, Sora rushed to the pillow and climbed into bed with it. "…Donald…" He sobbed into the soft fabric.

At some point during his cries, Sora faintly heard the bell that Riku had spoken about, but chose to ignore it. His life was over; he didn't need to eat when he didn't deserve it. He rubbed his nose into the feathers, still able to pick up the scent of magic that Donald had always carried. It was like lilac -- warm and comforting. The duck had always screeched when either he or Goofy tried to cuddle up to feel that warmth, but would always relent because he too was cold and the others released enough body heat to warm up anyone. Now there was no quacking to be released. No hearty laughter that brought silly smiles to Sora's face. Only faint memories that brought tears to his eyes.

In his self loathing, Sora never heard the door open nor did he hear the sound of a person approaching behind him. The brunette was unaware of the danger he was in until his arms were grabbed by two heartless, his legs held down by two more just as a searing pain in his back pulled him into reality. It followed by another loud noise before there was another quick burning sensation in his back.

Crack!

"S, stop!"

Crack!

"Ah! Oh god! Help!"

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The pain built up with each blow of a thick, leather belt into his back until Sora knew he was bleeding. Crimson was already sliding down his shoulder blades, down to the crevice behind his elbow where it pooled. Even his voice, once loud and begging, had fallen into voiceless cries and heavy panting from lack of air. The whipping stopped and the Heartless let go. Unable to find the strength to pull himself into a huddled position, Sora was left in a spread eagle position. "Get up," Ansem's cold voice echoed across the room.

Panting heavily, Sora pulled himself on his knees before slowly turning around to sit on the edge of the bed. Blue eyes couldn't meet the cold red of his master. "Go--" He tried telling the man to leave, but his voice faltered as he was punched back on the bed. Blood filled his mouth, tongue swollen from being bit, Sora sobbed, reaching for his Donald pillow. Save me. Please!

"Get up."

With his back burning from numerous lashes and his face aching from the punch, Sora couldn't find the will to stand up against the man anymore. Yet, at the same he didn't want to lay there and take anymore beatings. Pushing himself up again, the brunette slid himself to the floor where, with the help of the bed, he pulled himself up on his shaking knees. He winced as he saw the belt still in Ansem's hand, dripping with blood. "I, I'm sorry."

Ansem tilted his head back, his large hand tightening around his belt. "For what?"

I don't know. Sora sniffled, using his wrist to wipe his nose. "For not coming down at the bell."

Snapping his belt, the white haired man sneered. "I can think of other things you should apologize for, Keyblade Master." He glowered. Frozen in his spot, Sora stepped back as he covered his ears. He didn't want to be called that. Not anymore. He was no more than a screw up. "Are you out of comments, slave?"

Clutching his hands to his ears tightly, Sora clenched his eyes shut and moved into a corner. "D, don't call me that!"

"Slave? That's what you are!"

"No…" Sora whispered, not that. I don't care about that. "Don't call me that. Not that." Not a Keyblade Master.

A smile fixed itself on Ansem's face. Reaching over he took hold of the slave's face, tilting it up so that their eyes met. "Call you what? Keyblade Master? That's what you are. My stupid little Keyblade Master. Thought you were strong enough to beat me. That is your humiliation. My new empire of Heartless will know that you tried to stop them. They will know you. They will hate you." He brushed his lips across the brunette's, ignoring the boy's blank look. "However, nothing will happen to you if you stay with me."

"Don't call me that," Sora whimpered out. With his once sealed lips open, Ansem pressed their mouths again, shoving his own tongue deep into the brunette's to plunder and claim. Blood and saliva leaked from the corner of the inexperienced teen's mouth as the boy whimpered. Twisting his body, Sora tried escaping the ravaging tongue but was stopped as strong hands held his face still. Stuck between the wall and a hard body, Sora could only take in all that was happening.

A leg was rubbing against his cock, pushing his own thighs open to allow entrance while firm hands on his face kept Sora's body held up. Ansem had a faint smell of cologne that tickled his nose. Certainly a spice of some kind. Its fragrance was soothing, luring Sora into a content state that even the rough tongue dragging his own back didn't bother him. Instead it felt almost nice, even if it was gross at the same time. After what felt like forever, Ansem released his hold on Sora and the boy collapsed back against the wall releasing the air he hadn't been aware he'd been holding. "Go now." Ansem stepped away, giving the young boy enough room to pass around him. Nervously, Sora started forward only to stop when his bottom was grabbed by a large hand. "That outfit doesn't work. I'll find something better. Now come." He grabbed the boy's arm and dragged him out the door.

It was the first time Sora had really taken the time to view his new home. The world that Ansem had taken over was the remnants of Destiny Island. Slowly the world was falling into a void. The beaches were gone and the plants were twisting in time. Soon to be forgotten. The old hang out had been formed up with steel to form a large castle. Where Sora's room was located, on the outer corridors was a beautiful view of the setting sun, drowned in a black ocean. It wasn't really home. Not without the laughter of the other kids or a bellow to come in from one of the parents. It was dreary and made Sora more homesick then content with its location.

A further push from Ansem had the brunette led into a winding corridor inside the grand castle. It was just as dark inside as outside. Lit candles led the way past numerous Heartless pressed into the wall in submission. The two stopped in front of a wooden door. "This is the only room you are allowed to enter. It leads to the dining area. When I feel you've learned your proper place, you may go to other rooms."

The door was opened and with a short walk the two entered a grand hall where Riku and Kairi stood near twin doors. Without greeting, Ansem took a seat at the head of the table, his chair pushed away from the table. "Slaves, my greetings?" He glowered at the two frozen scared at the door. Sora tensed, knowing that his two friends were staring at his still open wounds.

Slowly, Riku approached the head of the table first. Placing a hard kiss on Ansem's lips, the silver haired teen stepped back ignoring the saliva that trickled down his lip after. Kairi followed, cleaning up the traces of saliva from the master's lip before kissing the man just as roughly. When she pulled away, three pairs of eyes turned on Sora, ready to see if he'd try disobeying again that evening.

Nervously, Sora approached the man and pecked his cheek before pulling away as if burned. With equally fast reflexes, Ansem reached out grabbing the brunette's hands and pulled the boy back towards him, into his lap. Trying to balance where he was pulled, Sora brought his knees on the seat of the chair, wrapped around both of the older man's thicker thighs. Without delay, Ansem pressed their mouth's together. His tongue snaked itself inside, mapping each crevice it could find until no spot had been left untouched.

To Sora's horror he found his own tongue laced with the older man's on several accounts. Wrapping and coiling, sucking and biting Sora moved the appendage around his mouth. Moans flooded from his lips, a cry of pleasure followed as touchy hands moving down loose gray trousers. Pulling away from Sora's neck, Ansem licked his lips. "Oh yes, the Keyblade Master is positively delicious." He smirked at the groan that came from Sora as he pumped the boy's hardened shaft. "Moan for me."

"Haa-aah! A, Ansem…"

Rubbing his thumb over Sora's red cock tip, Ansem slowed his ministration. "Call me master."

Red in the face, Sora reached and gripped the older man's jacket. Holding tightly, he bit his lip as his hips thrust forward, trying to get friction from Ansem's hand. "M, master! Please! Ahn!" The brunette threw his head back as he came in the large hand closed around his cock.

Pulling his hand from the gray trousers, Ansem stared over his palm before holding it in front of Sora. "Clean this." Not fully comprehending what was going on, the brunette licked hungrily at the offered hand. As his head cooled and his senses returned, he realized the salty taste entering his mouth was his own cum. Pulling back he shifted, ignoring the tent pressing against the thin fabric o f his trousers. Nerves struck him as he remembered his two friends, standing back having just watched the entire scene. "Good boy," Ansem whispered, "go take your seat." Sliding off the man's lap, Sora fixed his pants, pretending the wet spot wasn't there as he moved to one of the empty seats. Riku was quick to take the seat next to him while Kairi sat across. "Riku."

"Yes, Master?" The silver haired boy looked up from his plate that was being fixed by a Heartless.

"Come to my room tonight."

"Yes, Master." The boy returned his gaze to the plate. Next to him, Sora squirmed in his seat. The pain in his back was starting to become unbearable. Along with that the food didn't look nearly as appealing as his growling belly made it out to be. The semen he'd just digested was already starting to sour in his belly, making it toss and turn. "Eat, Sora," Riku hissed under his breath, taking a bite of a stringy piece of meat.

Moving his sticky noodles around his bowl, Sora felt bile rise in his throat. It didn't help matters that the helpful little Heartless on the table had stopped at his spot, glowing gold eyes dipped with curiosity at why the human wasn't eating. Riku was starting to breath heavily, glancing back at Ansem to Sora, his own chopsticks raised near his lips. "Sora, please, just eat. You're back's already torn up," Kairi whispered across the table.

"I'm not hungry." Sora whispered, pushing the plate away. The display finally caught Ansem's attention. The man threw his clothed napkin down on the table and approached the brunette in no time. Putting his own chopsticks in his food, Riku turned his head to face his own Master just as Sora was thrown out of his seat.

"If my food is no good for you, you'll just starve." He stood at full height in front of the cowering Keyblade user stared up from the floor green in the face. "Return to your dinners, Riku, Kairi." He returned to his seat. The two at the table slowly joined him, two pairs of blue eyes remaining on their friend sitting on the ground.

"Fool," Riku let his gaze fall on his plate.