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.
Pairings: Ansem x Sora, Ansem x Riku, Ansem x Kairi (implied), Ansem x Riku x Sora
Chapter: 4/5

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

The blankets folding at his waist woke Sora from a sound slumber. Dreams of yipping Dalmatians and the grinding of a gummi ship were destroyed with the sense of reality that came from just being in the presence of anything remotely dark. Even the sun, once a glaring red that Sora cursed to wake up to, was a soft pink peaking in high windows, barely offering a greeting of the day. A greater difference to that of cells where he'd been shackled for what appeared to be months, but only when he stepped out of the cell to be a 'free' slave, the two days made him age years more than the cell could ever do. Rickety bones, painful to move, groaned in defeat as Sora climbed from his bed. That, the teen realized, had never happened before. Even when he fought hundreds of shadow knights in one go, he'd never had this agonizing pain that came from his entire skeletal structure.

Forcing his blue eyes open completely, Sora strangled a cry from escaping his lips. There was a heartless trying to leave his bedroom, having just dropped off a pair of clothes. The bed beside him was still warm, but no body lay in sight. Black antennas shifted, the little creature moved closer to the bed to get a better view of the boy who'd killed countless of shadow kind. Unsure what else to say, Sora reached nervously out to lay a hand on the dark creature's head, "I won't hurt you."

The creature twitched and pulled away as if burnt on contact. Its sharp fingers curled into little balls as slowly it faded into the floor, moving into the shadows and out of the room. Alone again, Sora folded his legs near his chest. "Where'd Riku go so quickly…?"

"…Under the bed," Was the response from that exact location. Jerking, Sora dropped his body so he could see under the folded sheets and the stone floor where his best friend lay on his belly, panting heavily. "It saw me. I need to get out of here…and cleaned."

"I, I'll come too!" Sora rushed for his clothes, ignoring the chipping cum on his belly. With his back turned, he didn't witness Riku blush at the double meaning he said, nor did he see the silver haired boy readjust himself to ease friction in his gray trousers. "Where'd you get your clothes?"

Turning, Riku smiled. "The heartless that came in isn't the worst guy out there; it woke me an hour ago to get dressed. I didn't leave though. I think it was the soul of someone we once knew, but I can't figure out who it is. Now get dressed, we might be able to beat Kairi to the showers. She's embarrassed about her body – that and thinks we're a bunch of perverts. She's got a pretty strong arm for a girl, watch out for that." Before Sora could respond that even though she was pregnant Kairi was still a very attractive girl, Riku had rushed out of the room clearly red in the face.

Still crouched on the floor, Sora smiled into his hands before following after. Though he was eager to bathe with his friend and relax before returning as a slave to Ansem, he couldn't help but agree that the earlier heartless had a familiar feel to it. Shrugging the feeling off as Riku had, Sora took off out the door, "Wait for me!"

As Riku had expected, Kairi was already in the baths when they had arrived. The girl blushed and turned, her long arms wrapping around her upper half as the rest of her body fell into the warm water below with a cry of shock. Even the usually sly Riku couldn't fight the blush on his face as he turned his head away, ashamed to have seen the girl naked. Nervously, Sora ducked his face into his friend's shoulder in hopes to disappear from the room, but the dry semen on his stomach caused him to remain seated. "Damn it, Sora – this is twice now you've shown yourself in front of a lady! Have some decency, man!" Riku swatted his friend's upper arm, earning a yelp from the startled boy who quickly reached down to cover himself. "Kairi, how far along in your bath are you?"

"A, almost finished. You boys can rinse off before climbing in. B, but don't stare at me!" She turned her back completely from them to face a wall.

Mock saluting, Riku turned around to drop his pants. Sora turned around as well, back to the girl. No peeks, he promised. He was a gentleman and would never stoop to Ansem's level. Attacking defenseless women was the lowest. A splash of water hit his face suddenly. "Hey!" The teen shouted.

"Quickly! Rinse. We only have a little while until the breakfast bell. We need to be completely dry by then." Riku made a stern hum as he pushed Sora into the bath water. Submerged, Sora made a sharp intake of water (to his horror) as the other teen dived under the water. From the distance, he could hear Kairi shout out in equal surprise, but the brunette was too busy clawing to the surface to hear the girl's shouts. Strong arms wrapped around his waist, pulling the boy up Riku began swimming in the tub, trying to crawl towards a shallow end of the bath-pool. "-Your hair is wet anyway!"

"I was almost dry! And you drowned Sora!"

"He's always looked like a drown rat, this is no different!" Riku was laughing, patting the soaked brunette on the back. "Now hurry out of there, I want to rinse this soapy water off." Reaching for a wet pad, Riku dabbed the cloth on Sora's stomach, ignoring the inflamed look on the brunette's face. Across the tub, Kairi was pulling out of the tub giving Sora a view of her pale globes. "Pervert," Riku whispered, brushing the cloth under Sora's nose. "Stop staring or I'll tell her." Turning away, Sora frowned.

"Then stop touching me," he hissed back. Red faced, Riku backed away, his right hand come back from under the water in an apologetic motion.

Wadding over to the other end of the pool to rinse the soap off his broader chest, Riku chuckled. "Whatever. Hey, don't bother shampooing. We're just in here to clean up a bit. The teen scrubbed the soap from his body before climbing out of the tub where the dressed Kairi was holding out a clean towel. Wrapping it around his waist, Riku went over to his pants to slide them back on. Still in the tub, Sora brushed his hand through his hair trying to rub through. For a second there, he'd almost forgotten where he was.

Not that the moment didn't feel nice. Joking around while "swimming" was so much like his life back on the island. All his worries had washed away in a fit of laughter and teenage hormones. Pulling out of the tub next, Sora thanked Kairi found the towel she handed to him before disappearing herself. Careful to dry of each part of him, Sora jumped at a loud chime from the high bells. Riku grunted.

"Get dressed. Quick." Nodding, Sora rushed to his pile of gray clothes. Pulling them apart, the teen grimaced as he realized the clothes pile didn't look so thin just because they were cleanly pressed together. It was just a pair of shorts. Sliding them up his long legs, the teen shuddered as the trousers hugged his hips. Bare thighs escaped the bottoms, not leaving much for the imagination. Around his crotch was the heartless seal, just drawing eyes to look at him. Blushing red, Sora wrapped the towel around his chest for extra coverage. Riku was faster though, reaching over to steal the other boy's towel before running out of the room. Still red in the face, Sora rushed after and towards the dining chambers where Ansem still hadn't shown up. Kairi was already standing off in the corner when the two boys joined her.

"Nice outfit," Kairi giggled. Blushing, Sora wrapped his arms around his chest, shying away. It was only when he stepped back did he feel a cold hand rest against his bottom. Jerking, Sora turned around to face Ansem. Stepping back, the boy turned towards the man.

Smirking, Ansem banished the dark void around him. "Yes, a very nice outfit. It fits better than I ever dreamed." Turning, Ansem took his own seat. Holding his hand out, he summoned the three for his morning kisses. Kairi and Riku were quick at delivering the kisses before standing at their designated seats. Nervously, Sora reached for his shorts, gripping the fabric nervously. "When was the last time you ate again?"

Red faced, Sora raised his shoulders to hide from the cold gaze directed on him. His stomach ached. As far as he could remember the last time he ate was in the cell, a few days before he'd been released. Since then the only substance he'd had since was water, swallowed while showering. "..I…" He whispered.

"Wasn't it just yesterday that my food was too good for you? Even today, on a new day, you refuse to act like a proper servant and give me my morning kiss. Perhaps starvation hasn't been nearly good enough of a punishment."

The pangs in his stomach were almost unbearable as Sora began to understand just what Ansem meant. Obedience meant food, but he doubted a little bit of heavy kissing wouldn't get him a chance to eat being that he had to be reminded. What else could he do? It had to be just enough to get a place at the table again. Sniffling, Sora fell to his knees, crawling towards the older man. "Please, Master Ansem, I'll do anything if you let me eat breakfast."

"Anything?" The man smiled, pushing his seat out just enough allowing the teens to see he'd just adjusted himself. Sora swallowed, understanding just what the man wanted. Crawling forward, Sora brought his hand over the man's clothed erection, brushing his palm across the bulge. Heart racing, the brunette unbuttoned Ansem's trousers then pulled the flaps aside to view the man's enormous cock up close. His heart stopped, rising into his throat until he forced himself to swallow as he wrapped his hands around the swollen shaft. Licking the head, Sora frowned. He'd performed the same ministration on Riku just the night before and now it didn't feel right.

Both men were salty. But Ansem had a different taste. One almost addictive. Sora closed his eyes as he put his lips around the head of the older man's penis. His tense hands, wrapped tightly around Ansem's base, loosened and moved upwards. He rubbed the loose skin of the testes. Tugging and touching, Sora found the more he pulled the more he milked. In time greed began to overcome him, his own stomach growling at the taste of the fluid that slid down his throat, past his lips and down his chin. He wanted more; he wanted all of the man's essence to go directly down.

Ansem would always take more than just the head, Sora reminded himself. Still, he was unsure if his own small mouth could take in such girth. It was worth the shot though. Sora lowered his mouth, swallowing more of Ansem's cock until the tip brushed against the back of his throat. His gag reflex kicked in, pushing back the intruding appendage, but Sora would have none of that. Relaxing his throat, the teen slowly swallowed more before pulling back to try again until his head was bobbing on Ansem's lap. Even the fingers wrapping in his hair weren't directing his ministrations. Sora knew what he wanted and apparently was doing it just the right things if the shifting hips were any sign.

Panting and crying, Ansem's fingers tightened almost painfully. "God pet, that's great. Oh, that mouth of yours," his hips shot up continuously until he'd built rhythm into Sora's mouth.

Moaning, the teen removed his hands from now tight balls, reaching his hands down to Ansem's thighs for a post as his own hips began to rock into the man's leg. His penis, still hard from Riku's earlier touches, was becoming unbearable. His master was close. Sora felt Ansem's entire form stiffen as the white haired man came. Swallowing dollop after dollop, Sora ignored the hand in his hair. He ignored the way the man rubbed his head like a dog that had done a good deed.

All that mattered was his belly was being filled. For the first time in days, his growls were gone. "Master…" Sora whispered as soon as he pulled away. "Please…" Rubbing his own hard cock over the man's leg again, Sora cried out as his hair was pulled, his whole body thrown up and on the table. Glasses and dishware shattered on the floor, but were ignored by Ansem who stood at full height, eyeing the teen sprawled out before him like dinner.

"Do you want me to deal with this?" He asked, brushing his hand over Sora's penis. Nodding, Sora reached down, wanting to guide the man to fist him. Just the touch would bring him to completion. "You didn't seem to have any problems going to Riku last night." On the table, Sora froze. He didn't have to look up to know that Riku probably had a similar look that he did. "Riku."

"M, master," Riku approached nervously, his body shaking from obvious fear. "I, I…"

"Drop your pants."

Riku did as he was told, his own gaze fixed on the floor in shame as the other two took in all the scars going across his buttocks. Sora couldn't draw his own eyes away from the claim marks still on the older teen's hip, a heartless sign. He hadn't seen it yesterday. Was that the same marks now burned into his skin? Ansem slapped his thighs, earning a yelp from Sora, who tried to crawl away. "When I'm talking to you, Keyblade Master, you'd better listen. Spread your legs." Doing as he was told, Sora stared down his own body to where Riku was positioned, directly between his legs. Was Riku going to fuck him? In front of Kairi? Blood rushed to Sora's face.

"Fuck him." Shaking, Riku did just that. His hips jutted out, his large girth pushing past Sora's tight muscles. Because he was dry, it was painful. The internal muscles burned from the force and Sora knew that after the third thrust he'd started to bleed. The blood, however, didn't lubricate Riku's cock enough. Ansem was whispering something in the silver haired teen's ear, brushing hair back almost lovingly. All Sora could tell from the breathy whispers was that whatever was being said had started to anger Riku. His thrust, once hard from the initial entry, had grown almost painful as the other boy began slamming in. The pleasurable bundle of nerves were ignored, the quest for completion becoming one sided on Riku's part. Finally, Ansem put a stop to the assault by directing Riku to not move from where he was still firmly enclosed in Sora's bleeding passage. "Now you have two rapists. Finish with him."

Face pale with shame and guilt, Riku continued his thrust until he shivered in orgasmic bliss. Pulling out of Sora, he stepped back for Ansem to observe. Red in the face, Sora squeaked as a finger was pressed in his abused entrance. "Haah…ah." He cried as his still hard cock was gripped by Ansem.

"You're such a slut. Do you always get turned on when your body is used? At least now I know your true calling." Ansem brushed another finger into the boy's stretched entrance, followed by a third. "You've just had Riku and you're ready for more. Look at your slutty friend, Kairi." The girl made a noise from where she stood; the noise didn't make any connection with Sora's pleasure hazed mind. Removing his fingers, Ansem turned Sora on his stomach, his rump in the air. There was shuffling behind him, making the brunette nervous about what the older man had planned. So far none of this had been punishment to him. He'd gotten sex from Riku and no matter what Ansem said, he'd never see what Riku had done as some form of rape (no matter how unpleasant it felt).

Something long pressed against his entrance. It wasn't warm like Sora remembered Ansem's cock to be, but it wasn't cold either. Trying to turn his head so he could see what was being pushed into him; his head was slammed down into the table making him see stars. Whatever it was had been pushed completely in at that moment, Ansem's hands let go of his body, letting Sora slide to the ground in complete confusion.

A heartless stood off to the side, having just come from the kitchen apparently. Looking around, Sora prepared to reach behind him to see just what item rested deep in his bowels, only to be stopped by Riku – who held his hands firmly down to the floor. Aqua eyes and blue never meet, an unspoken apology resting in the air before Sora felt something different in him. A burning sensation, building and boiling his rectal area. Crying out, the teen tried pulling out of Riku's hold to reach for whatever was in him, but the silver haired boy was too strong. Hips shifting, Sora tried pushing the item out next, only to find it well lodged inside him. His canal, coming too close in contact with the item, began to burn leaving an uncomfortable feeling in its wake.

"Ah! It hurts! Hurt--" Sora threw his head back and let out a piercing screaming as his insides began to ache and (too his horror) his cock stiffened more, a painful reminder that he had yet to come that day. "Ha—ah!" He shifted again, falling on his face with his rump again in the air, twisting and turning in hopes that Ansem would light up, remove whatever was causing him such misery. The man just stood back, amused as he cleaned his hands with a cloth. "M, Master! Ah!"

"You will not touch Riku or Kairi."

"W, w, won't! No! Touch no!" Sora sobbed. The burning sensation was fading, leaving behind a sudden overwhelming pleasurable feeling, but the teen wouldn't have it. "Please, t, take it out!"

Ansem didn't step forward. "Only if I order it is someone else allowed to touch you."

"O, Only m, m, master!"

"Remove the ginger, Riku." Ginger? He'd have to remember this new torment. Sora sobbed into his hands as his entrance was probed again and the long plant was removed from his insides. The burning sensation still remained a faint reminder of the intolerable pain he'd just endured. Cock hard, Sora brought his knees to his chest. "Come here." Knowing that it was he who was being spoken to, Sora crawled forward, wrapping his fingers in Ansem's loose trousers, staring up with fear. "Who do you belong to?"

"You, Master Ansem."

"What are you?"

Sora felt a pang of defiance in his gut, but crushed it like a heartless. He wasn't a hero. He wasn't a Keyblade Master. He was a slave, a servant to the man who lived in darkness. "A slut, Master."

"Very good pet, you can sit with me during breakfast." Ignoring the fact that he still hadn't been sated, Sora climbed onto Ansem's lap as soon as the man had sat. The table was a mess, the dishes long since broken. The ever helpful heartless were already busy, cleaning the place while bringing new dishes in. The meal would be next. Kairi and Riku approached their own seats, waiting to be allowed to sit.

Sora could only stare blankly ahead of him. He was…

...Nothing.