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This is Not a Game [Complete]	By : JaydenNara Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2210 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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IMPORTANT NOTES AT THE BOTTOM, MAKE SURE YOU READ!
Also, this chapter contains torture... I'll warn you when the non-con starts, though its not all that graphic... most of it is emotional for our two favourite characters.

Shattered
Naruto's heart was breaking. He could hear Sasuke's muffled scream echo through the small room. Ironic since he was the one about to be tortured and yet the young raven was the one screaming as if in pain. At least someone would mourn for him. Naruto didn't plan to let a single noise escape, he could hold off for now, though in a few days that would change.
~warning, non-con~
Kabuto dropped his pants, and without pause, he thrust in to the tight dry heat completely raw. He could feel the flesh and muscles tearing, the walls clamping down around him as he pushed deep into the LEAF agent. He loved to cause pain and humiliation, and that's all it was, pleasure was only an added bonus. Five years ago the young teen had escaped him, but this time he would become Orochimaru's. Kabuto would see to that. He would break his mind.
To Naruto's credit, the blond agent didn't respond to the pain shooting up his spine other than with a slight widening of his eyes, then nothing. His teeth sunk into his tongue, the coppery taste of his own blood washing over his taste buds. It did nothing to distract from the pain in his backside, but it served its purpose of keeping his mouth shut. He was careful to keep his emotions at bay, but it cut him deep to be taken so brutally by force in front of his own lover.
The room was filled with nothing but the sound of skin on skin and the sounds of a struggle as Sasuke fought to free himself. The cry of distress had long ago died out, only the desperate need to aid his lover and best friend coursed through his veins. The rope chaffed his skin, cutting into his flesh. He knew by this point he was bleeding, but he paid it no mind. The pain he was experiencing was nothing in comparison to what he was witnessing. His heart ached, and he felt cold.
Blood ran in crimson rivulets down Naruto's tan thighs, dripping to the floor in an ever growing pool, but he said nothing. The darkened cerulean orbs burned into the watery onyx, begging the boy to look away, to not witness his shame, but the younger teen seemed to further his efforts to reach him, and fought for his freedom all that much harder.
A devious smirk spread over the already gleeful face of the SOUND agent. "Sasuke-kun," he called breathily, continuing to thrust. His fingers dug into the tan hips, and would no doubt leave behind bruises, imprinting his hand on the teen. "Your lover feels so tight around me. I can feel him tearing the deeper I push. The blood is making it so much sweeter as I slide in. So very delicious."
The cutting glare did nothing to dissuade the silver haired man. Sasuke fought against his instincts, the screams of terror and pain. Nails bit into the pale skin, drawing blood and leaving crescent moons on his palms and backs of his hands as he struggled.
The thrusts grew more frantic and spastic, signalling to Naruto that his captor was drawing close to his limit. He bit down harder, holding back the screams of pain, knowing he only needed to last just awhile longer. Whatever else he would be subjected to could be dealt with later, for now he would focus on the present, and holding it together for Sasuke's sake. The watery onyx eyes were killing him on the inside. Sasuke's pain was more torture to him than anything Kabuto could put him though physically, and the man knew it. He was using it to his advantage.
Kabuto could feel his balls tightening, pulling into his body ready to release. He pulled out of the tight, blood slickened hole, pumping himself a few times before spraying his load over the blond agents back. "As much as I enjoy your body Naruto-kun," he said, fastening his trousers once more. "You do not deserve my seed. At least not yet. One day in the near future you may beg me for it though." His words were met with rebellious silence, but he had expected nothing less. Naruto was truly worth his effort, his greatest challenge. To break him would be a whole new level.
~ non-con ends~

The apartment was quiet. The only sound was the clatter of a knife and fork on a dinner plate. After a few moments, the silverware was placed gently back on the table, and the bar stool squeaked across the tiles as it was pushed out.
Moving to stand behind his lover, Kyuubi wrapped his arms around the trim waist, resting his chin on Itachi's shoulder. "You need to eat," he said quietly. "It does no good to starve yourself."
"I was eating," Itachi argued, eyes still firmly fixed on the plate of food in front of him. It was a lie. The food on his plate hadn't even been touched, and his knife and fork were still clean.
Sighing, Kyuubi reached forward with one hand and picked up the fork. Stabbing a floret of broccoli, he held it up, offering it to his silent lover. "Eat," he begged. "I can't deal with the added stress of trying to keep you alive. I know you're scared. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't as well."
Shaking his head, Itachi turned to look into the face of his tired lover. "I'm not hungry," he insisted, pressing a kiss gently to the tan cheek. He took notice of how strained the redhead looked under the florescent kitchen lights.
Kyuubi snorted, pressing the vegetable against Itachi's thin lips. "I don't care if you are or not. A sip of water is not going to sustain you," he argued, but the Uchiha was being stubborn. Dropping the fork onto the plate, the metal clattering loudly, Kyuubi spun Itachi's stool, forcing his lover to meet his stern stare. "Eat," he ordered, falling into agent mode. It seemed Itachi need a bit of tough love, and Kyuubi would deliver even if it hurt him to do so. "Eat or I will leave you in the care of LEAF."
The dark onyx eyes narrowed. "You wouldn't," hissed the angry raven.
Meeting the glare head on, the redheaded agent stood firm. "Try me."
It was an intense battle of wills. If someone had walked into the apartment, they would have been crushed by the anger radiating from the two strong willed men.
Spinning the stool back to face the counter, Itachi picked up the fork, gripping it almost tightly enough to bend the metal. He shoved the broccoli in his mouth and chewed, plotting vengeance as he ate. Kyuubi exploiting his weakness would not fly.
Humming contentedly, Kyuubi took his seat again and resumed his dinner. He would pay later, but he would gladly take it if Itachi was taken care of.

Studying the young man bound before him, Kabuto contemplated what approach he should take next. Several immediately popped into mind, but he didn't want him too damaged the first day. He sick bastard wanted to play. A sickening grin slowly spread over his face. Walking over to one of his guards, he drew a knife, perfectly sharpened to the point where it could slice through flesh as if it were softened butter.
"My marks are beginning to fade, aren't they my little kitsune," the silver haired man taunted, playing with the blade in his hand. He made sure that both captives saw the light reflected from the metal. "You wouldn't want to make a lie out of your name, now would you? Perhaps I should redo them, for old time's sake." The smile was one of pure malicious intent.
Naruto was unable to hide the shiver that ran up his spine at Kabuto's tone. The whisker scars on his cheeks were from the last time he'd been in Orochimaru's possession. The decision had been made that Naruto hadn't suited his codename, he didn't look fox-like enough. To this day he could remember the muffled yells of his father, and his screams of pain echoing in his ears as the blade cut through his skin.
Determination filled the darkened eyes. He wouldn't scream, or cry out. Naruto couldn't, and wouldn't give them the satisfaction. Not this time.
When the light had first caught the blade, Sasuke's mind had become a flurry of activity with the unwanted images flooding his mind. He screamed, mouth open wide, but his voice muffled. How Naruto had received the scars in the first place clicked into place as he put the pieces together.
Roughly gripping the blond spikes, Kabuto forced Naruto's head to the side, presenting a tan cheek as his canvas. Dragging the dull side of the blade against the skin with just enough pressure so as not to break the skin, the twisted man smirked down at his helpless victim before positioning the tip at the beginning of one of the fading scars.
The knife cut through the skin smoothly, blood rising to the surface and trailing down the tan face like tears to pool on the table below him. Sasuke's muffled screams echoed through Naruto's mind, tearing at his soul.
Sasuke was in hell. He was broken, falling apart at the seams with no one to mend him. His only hope was now the source of his torment. He screamed again, begging incoherently for Kabuto to stop, but the blade continued to slice into the tan skin, tracing the scar that was already present.
"Sasuke, look away," the blond agent pinned to the table pleaded even as the blade tore into the tender flesh of his cheek for a second time, making him wince as he lost concentration. "Just look away." But the young teen only screamed harder.
Sasuke may be an Uchiha, a cold bastard, but this was even beyond what his mind could handle. His mask was long broken, laying shattered on the ground at his feet. There was only one thought in his mind. Naruto.
The last line was drawn down the one cheek, the blond hair was tugged harshly, forcing his head up and turning him. The injured cheek was pressed cruelly into the table. Naruto couldn't see Sasuke anymore, but he could easily make out the muffled sobs that had replaced the screams and pleas.
The blade pressed into Naruto's tan skin once again, the flesh parting easily beneath the lightest pressure. His entire body was tense, his jaw clenched and dull nails dug into his palms as he fought the building scream, but he was losing.
Memories of the past were flooding back, overwhelming him. It was déjà vu for the young agent, forced to relive his past, only this time he prayed he didn't lose Sasuke like he lost his father. A small whimper finally escaped, and his eyes fell closed. He couldn't take the sounds Sasuke was making. It was causing him unbelievable pain, tearing through him more so than the blade creating the last scar.
Stepping back, Kabuto admired his handiwork. Naruto was truly a work of art. Crimson streams running down his tan face coupled with the abused and torn hole dripping blood and semen down the trembling thighs. He was confident the boy would be theirs in only days. Last time he'd been so close he could taste his victory, only to have LEAF swoop in and save the day. "I believe we are done for the day," he announced, grinning ear to ear. Nodding to the guards, the cell door was opened.
Sasuke was hanging limply against his bonds after exhausting himself fighting the unbreakable bonds. Drool ran down his chin due to being unable to swallow around the ball gag still in his mouth. A body paused beside him, but he didn't bother looking up until the same knife that had been tearing through the skin of his lovers face only moments ago was raised above his head. He flinched violently when the hand came down, the light glinting off the blade. It took Sasuke a moment to realize his bonds had been cut, and he was free. The ball gag had been removed, but Kabuto and his men were already out of the cell, the door closing with finality behind them.
Shedding the ropes and freeing his legs, Sasuke struggled across the room on shaky legs. "Naruto," he cried, collapsing against the bloody table where the blond teen was still restrained. "Naruto, can you hear me?" There was a growing pool of drool spreading on the surface of the table, mixing with blood and turning a light pink.
Eyes blinking open, completely unfocused, Naruto lifted his head, a string of drool hanging from the corner of his mouth. "S'uke," he whispered hoarsely, blood trickling from his mouth where he had bitten his tongue. "I'm so sorry you had to see that." Naruto felt like a failure. His innocent lover had just watched him tortured. He knew without a doubt, the boy would never be the same, and it killed him inside.
Sasuke blinked back the tears forming. He'd be strong for Naruto, just like he'd promised. "Let's get these restraints off you," he said softly, putting up a brave front, and setting to work on freeing his blond. It was only wishful thinking that he could hide the pain from Naruto. He did his best to avoid the puddle of Naruto's blood on the floor, his stomach turning every time he caught sight of it.
Muscles feeling weak, the tan body slid to the floor before Sasuke could catch him.
"Naru?"
Tilting his head to the side, Naruto looked up into the concerned face of his lover. Blood ran down his freshly re-scarred face like tears. He felt numb. There so much pain, but he didn't want to show it despite how it coursed through his body. Every nerve was on fire, but inside he still felt completely numb.
Crouching beside the battered teen, Sasuke looked over the new wounds. The close proximity to the other boy made him realize Naruto was naked. A quick inspection of the clothing told him they had been reduced to scraps, and little was to be done.
Naruto rested on his side to alleviate the pressure on his torn rear. The cool hand rubbing his back was soothing, but the movement stopped all too soon. Glancing over his shoulder, he watched Sasuke stand, and raised an eyebrow.
Looking nervously around the small cell, Sasuke moved his hand to rest on the waist of his jeans. He took a deep breath and quickly striped his lower half, removing his boxers before redressing himself in only his jeans. "Here," he said, offering his black boxers to the blond huddled on the floor. "Put these on."
Naruto offered a small smile of gratitude, but shook his head. "Later," he said. "When I stop bleeding, otherwise they'll just be uncomfortable."
"What if someone comes back," Sasuke asked, eyeing the thick metal door suspiciously. Their captors were ruthless, and he wouldn't put it past them to strike while Naruto was still vulnerable.
The concern Sasuke was showing was touching. Naruto was proud the young boy was holding up so well. Any other person would have probably been catatonic by now. "Don't worry about them coming back any time soon. My guess is that it's early evening. They'll probably send someone with food a little later, and leave us be for the night," he explained, pushing himself to his hands and knees.
Crawling the length of the cell, Naruto flopped onto his stomach on the cold stone floor in the farthest corner from the door. He looked back at Sasuke still watching him, and patted a spot on the ground next to him.
The Uchiha was across the room in seconds, taking the place beside his boyfriend. Brushing the blond fringe out of the blue eyes, Sasuke could clearly see the pained expression. "You don't need to be brave Naruto," he said quietly, letting his fingers run through the sweaty blond locks. "If you need to, you can cry, or scream. You can even yell at me, I won't mind. I'll take the abuse. After all, this is all my fault."
Reaching out, Naruto took Sasuke's hand in his own and brought it to his lips, pressing a simple chaste kiss to the knuckles before dropping both hands into Sasuke's lap. Looking up, blue met black, and Naruto offered a small smile with a low humourless chuckle. "I don't need to cry," he assured, trying to make light of the situation. "None of this is your fault, it's mine. I was over confident in my ability to protect you, and I'm sorry."
"It's not..."
"It is," Naruto said, cutting Sasuke off. "Now... I need you to do something for me." The agent dropped his gaze, embarrassed by what he was about to ask. "I need you to check the damage, and perhaps clean it out the best you can. Hand me a scrap of my clothing and I'll do my face."
Following where the tan hand was pointing, Sasuke looked at the small pile of torn cloth before looking back at his boyfriend. "You seem too calm," he said suddenly. "Especially for one who was just... raped." The word sounded foreign in his mouth as the young raven haired teen stumbled over the words. It didn't seem right that he was the one trembling and jumping at every little noise when Naruto had been the one to be tortured. The Uchiha was afraid the blond agent was in shock.
Reaching over, Naruto placed a hand on Sasuke's knee. "I'm fine S'uke," he promised. "Just a little worse for wear, but nothing I can't handle." He gave a small squeeze of reassurance.
"You were fucking raped Naruto!" Sasuke yelled in disbelief. How Naruto could be taking their current situation so easily was beyond what he could comprehend.
Naruto groaned and propped himself up on his elbows. "It's not rape," he said calmly.
The dark eyes flew open in shock. Sasuke wasn't sure if he had just heard the blond agent correctly. "It sure as hell is!" he countered. "He used you sexually against your will. That is most definitely rape Naruto."
"No," Naruto said, adamantly shaking his head. "It's not. It's a form of torture." He sighed when Sasuke continued to stare at him incredulously. "It is used to bring about the greatest amount of pain and humiliation," he tried to explain. "It's not about pleasure, and honestly, I prefer it to most of the other forms he could have used. I'm trained to deal with torture S'uke. I have spent years undergoing psychological training for this very situation, and there are a lot worse methods they can use, and no doubt will. I don't think of it the same way you do. It's torture, nothing more, nothing less."
Sasuke wrapped his arms around Naruto's torso, hugging the older man tightly, face buried in the tan skin. "That's messed up," he whispered, the words slightly muffled in the caramel flesh. "You shouldn't be like this Naruto. It's not normal."
With great difficulty, Naruto managed to turn in his boyfriends hold, lying on his side to alleviate any pressure on his abused backside and pulling the Uchiha to him. He let Sasuke cling to him, the body trembling in his arms. He didn't like seeing his boyfriend like this.
Sasuke was strong, but over the last few months, terrible things beyond his control had reduced the boy to his current state making him seen weak and emotional. It was so far from the truth. The youngest Uchiha was stronger than even Naruto. It had taken years for the Uzumaki to snap out of his depression and find happiness and love again even with his friends and family trying to push him forward, but Sasuke had grieved, and pulled out of it with only Naruto there to remind him what he still had.
"Would you prefer it if I was to act like a regular sexual assault victim?" Naruto asked, resting his chin on the top of the raven's head.
Sasuke scowled into the broad chest. "No."
Naruto couldn't help the snicker at Sasuke's indignant tone. Even in the worst of situations the boy was still a brat. "Then don't worry about it. Just know that I am fine." He didn't want his boyfriend blaming himself for what was happening. It was beyond both their control.
Pushing back from the hard body, Sasuke looked up into the concerned and pained cerulean eyes with his own haunted onyx. "It's not the last time that's going to happen is it." It wasn't really a question. Sasuke knew what the score was now.
Mouth turned down in a frown, Naruto nodded. "He will come back for more," he confirmed. "Kabuto is sick and twisted, and enjoys the pain and humiliation of an unwilling partner." Releasing the smaller boy, Naruto turned back onto his stomach, resting his chin on his hands and staring at the wall. "Thankfully Orochimaru himself wouldn't touch me in such a manner, or trust any other person. I'm sorry you had to watch. Next time, please close your eyes. I don't want you seeing that done to me."
"I think it would be worse to not know what was happening than to be left wondering," he confessed. Knowing what he needed to do, Sasuke moved to sit between the tan thighs. His brow furrowed when Naruto jumped at his gentle touch as he parted the smooth globes. "You know, I think this is the first time I've ever been down here," he said suddenly. Naruto's promise from the rooftop flashed through his mind. "I guess I'll never get the chance now."
Naruto snorted. "Of course you will. As soon as we're free, I'm going let you pound me into the mattress as hard as you want, and I'm going to do the same to you. If you start thinking negatively, the fight is already over."
"I'll hold you to that."

A/N's Please read them all.
1. It's been awhile since I posted last. I do apologize, but I have my reasons. The first being school. I'll try to keep up as best I can, but school work does come first.
2. Want to see Itachi and Kyuubi? Terasbad drew me a pic of them. Check it out! http://imsumchick.deviantart.com/#/d49rwjm
3. Please review! I know this was a dark chapter, but I'd love to hear from you even if you just want to rage.
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