Well hello,I'm kinda having writers block so I'm gonna keep my word and update on Fridays...maybe.So Chapter 5 is up.

Chapter 5.

Sasuke's POV.

I feel him... simply with every breath he takes. He and I are like one entity split by unnatural forces. We must be one again.

I watch him in the corner of the room, chained up to the bed, laying unconscious.. There isn't any other sight as aphrodisiacal as that. The room is filled with nothing but darkness and he will live off the heat that only my body can radiate to him.

Those beautiful blonde locks, waiting to be tainted crimson. The hot friction of his bloody body with mine, soon to be reality. I will not rest until all those distracting the union of these separated entities are carved into a beautiful masterpiece with my saw.

I walked up to him and touched his hair and his beautiful face. Shall I take him now.. no maybe tomorrow. But now seems good enough.No, definitely tomorrow. The clocks are set.

"Itachi, I know you're there,"

A few footsteps were heard until I could feel his presence beside me.

"What do you want?" I asked still looking at this amazing work of the gods.

"Sasuke, what do you plan on doing?" he asked in his usual monotonous way.

"He is mine and I want to make sure of it...even if we have to break him first,"

"It will be a pleasure to help you, little brother," he said briefly displaying his well known smirk.

"Why do you even want to help me brother?"

"I have my own intentions, you'll see soon enough. Don't worry the boy is yours,"

"I wouldn't have it any other way,"

We stood in a silence that the demons would love to sneak around in. I'm sure they can't show themselves, they can't bear to face me.

"I'm off to work," he announced and left immediately.

"Hn," I looked at my beauty and turned to leave,"Soon my love... we will be one."

I finally left his room and locked all the four padlocks.

Naruto's POV.

"Ugghh!" I exclaimed out of the utter discomfort I feel stiff and sore, my head is pounding and the room is pitch black?!.

I quickly tried to stand up only to realise the presence of chains on my wrists and ankles, cuffing me to God knows where.

I hate my life.. Nothing ever seems to go to plan.

I heard clicking of locks and the door creaked open. I quickly shut my eyes to give the impression that I was sleeping.

"Don't do that. I know you're awake. I can hear your heart beating. I've known its rhythm so, open your eyes," the mysterious man said.

" W-who are y-you?" I asked shrinking lower into the mattress.

"Me...your completion of course. Your missing entity,"

He said as he walked closer to my bed and was now standing next to me.

"No..you are my nothing! take me back home!"

"You are home. I'm your home,"

"I am not a damn fag!"

He moved from his postion beside me to hovering above me. Each exhalation of breath landed on my face. This is too intimate, I need my personal space.

"I think I'd prefer to sew your lips together now... it'd be a hot look for you. Your screams of agony. Your beauty would make Aphrodite bow down," he huskily said in my ear.

" Disgusting," I scoffed.

"I can change your mind," he said and joined our lips together.

His hands went under my shirt and started to tease my nipples while the other just landed on my back.

I don't like this.. we're both men. It's not right and it isn't supposed to happen this way.

I have no choice now, but I have to get him off.

I brought up my knee with impact directly on his crotch and he immediately jerked off and landed by my side.

"I don't know what kind of fetish you have but leave me alone!" I said trying to get my breathing under control.

He soon stood up and stared at me, I guess the pain subsided.

"You'll pay for that. I'll come again tomorrow and I hope your response will change after this. Though I hoped I would be the first to spill your blood," he said grimly and walked to the door, "Neji! deal with him."

He finally left the room but a new pair of footsteps appeared. I wondered what these people looked like but I haven't gotten a chance to see them.

I heard the clanking of something metallic being dragged inbo the room. The aura in the room tensed about ten folds and I was mentally panicking.

" You didn't give him what he wants?" he asked lowly.

"Why would I?" I cockily responded.

"Wrong answer,"

Before I knew it a new metallic material made contact with my skin. I couldn't help but shriek.

"Will you give him what he wants?"

"No.. I am not a fag,"

"Wrong answer again,"

The chain made contact with my chest and I turned into a screaming mess.

His whipping continued to intensify even though I pleaded for him to stop.

"You're a slave here and you will do as he wishes," he said calmly.

"I am not a slave. I'm my own person. Bastard!" I spat at him.

From that point I couldn't keep track of the many lashes I received. I could tell that he was using a chain and I could also tell that I was bleeding so much. I couldn't keep my eyes open, the pain was so much. He left the room and I felt relief until I heard the footsteps returning. I opened my eyes and saw him with a bottle and by scent analysis it was methylated spirit.

He opened it and poured it all over my newly formed wounds.

I should have seen the sadistic nature in them both. My body was on fire and he didn't even give a damn.I screamed for the last time before my breath hitched and started losing consciousness.

Hope your response changes by your next meeting,"

Those were the only words that echoed as everything seemed to lose meaning and I was engulfed by darkness.

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Till next time.