Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Substitute ❯ Substitute ( Chapter 2 )

Naruto was pleased with himself. It had been three days since he'd taken Itachi prisoner and he had used the raven-haired man every night. He hadn't cared that it was rape, he hadn't cared that Itachi didn't make any noises or complained. It was like Itachi was okay with it all. Naruto didn't really care at the moment though.

 

He was busy adjusting his own clothing, not bothering to worry about the Uchiha at his feet, naked, bleeding, decorated in drying cum. Itachi had gotten what he deserved. He'd fucked with Naruto, brought things to his mind that he didn't want to deal with and this was his punishment. Besides, Naruto needed Itachi to be broken and degraded before Sasuke came to him. And by the feel of the chakra, it wouldn't be long. Maybe another half hour at most.

 

Finished dressing, he moved to sit beside the naked, nearly unconscious form of Itachi, letting his dark blue eyes roam the body he'd just finished enjoying. This was the man who'd dared to make him hurt, who had dared to make him remember the shameful humiliation he'd had to suffer through.

 

[i]The men shouted, “Damned demon!” As their fists fell on his yielding flesh, on his huddled form, they called him every name they could think of. They blamed him for all the faults of the village.

 

“It's your fault the crops are poor!”

 

“It's your fault Uchiha Sasuke left!”

 

“It's your fault Tsunade-hime was hurt in that attack!”

 

“It's your fault…”

 

“It's your fault…”

 

And as the men continued to beat him, to blame him for everything, Naruto couldn't help but allow it to sink into his consciousness. He was the one to blame, he was unlucky, he was a curse to the village. It was his fault. It had always been his fault. He was capable of doing nothing right, he was a failure.

 

To be able to succeed in like he had, he had to have been doing something. He had to have been tricking people into accepting him, into appreciating him. And then one of them suggested it. That he was a whore.

 

And that's when the men decided to test their theory. Perhaps, they bargained, perhaps they would let the demon go if he could persuade them to be nice to him. Maybe they would be kind if the demon could work his magic. If the demon couldn't they would have to test the honesty of the demon, check his hole and see how much he'd been used. After all, whores were loose. And the demon would like it.

 

And over and over, all night long, the men violated him. They rained punches on him as they thrust into his body. They bit into his shoulder, his thighs, and his back, anywhere they could bite, they bit. They dug kunai into his skin when he moved too much. They were vicious and thorough. They wanted to kill the demon. They wanted him to remember what it felt like when they were fucking him, when they were using him as he deserved to be used. [/i]

 

Naruto's eyes were dark and blank as he stared in the direction of Sasuke's impressive chakra. He would be seeing his childhood friend, his best friend, and very nearly lover for the first time in over a year. He'd grown since then. He'd matured since then. He'd gotten stronger, mentally and physically. He'd learned to think before acting, to make it so that he wouldn't have to deal with men like [i]that[/i] ever again. He'd developed a skin that was harder than before. He'd decided that he wasn't going to take anyone's shit anymore. He was tired of being the scapegoat, and if the village wanted to blame him for Sasuke's leaving, he would prove them wrong and bring the bastard back.

 

He would prove to them that he wasn't worthless, that he was good, he wasn't a curse.

 

And he would make sure that Itachi died for making him even believe in such a thing again in the first place.

 

-.-.-.-

 

He was meditating when Sasuke appeared before him. Something Kakashi-sensei had taught him, to bring him peace that he needed before fighting, to bring him peace he needed before falling asleep at night.

 

Dark hair stood, framing a pale face. White yukata hung open, displaying a toned, pale chest. Black pants were loose around his legs, held tight to his body with that damned purple rope. Sharingan flashed wildly, emblazoning the scene in brilliant mind.

 

“It's been a long time, hasn't it, Sasuke-teme?” Naruto asked softly, his voice little more than a murmur. He blinked open blue eyes, drinking in the vision that was the one man he'd loved for far too long.

 

“What have you done?” Sasuke asked, his voice cold and grating. He balled covered hands into a fist at his side before stepping forward once more. “What did you do to my prey?”

 

“I caught him for you,” Naruto answered, still not moving. “Do you not get it?”

 

“You fucking moron!” Sasuke shouted at him, losing his cool rapidly.

 

“No,” Naruto shouted in return, stopping whatever tirade Sasuke had been about to go into. “No. You will not insult me. Not here, not now. I have proven to you that I have gotten stronger, that you were the fool for leaving Konoha and me like you did. Do you see the power you could have had?”

 

“What power, dobe? You're a fucking monster!” Sasuke answered, his voice smooth and dangerous as he gestured toward his naked brother.

 

Naruto moved too quickly for Sasuke's Sharingan enhanced eyes to follow. He was able to see the cloud of chakra that surrounded the blond, the dangerous aura the other gave off and as he breathed, he registered the tanned, clawed hand at his neck.

 

“I. Am. Not. A. Monster.”

 

“You fucked my brother,” Sasuke answered simply. “What else would I call you?”

 

“Do you know what your brother put me through?” Naruto asked, tightening his hand around Sasuke's neck. “No, because you were too fucking scared to face your problems when you were younger that you fucking took off like a coward. And I've spent the last four years of my life, searching for you. And you know what it got me? Nothing!” Naruto spat into Sasuke's face. He brought his face closer to Sasuke's handsome one, letting his lips linger nearly a breath away from Sasuke's. “Until today that is.”

 

“Get the fuck off of me, right now,” Sasuke demanded coldly.

 

“No. I'm taking you back to Konoha. Like I swore to do so long ago. Like I promised I would do. I'm taking you home, broken legs and arms to boot,” Naruto declared. “And you'll regret the day you walked away from me. I'll make you regret it for the rest of your life.”

 

“I'd like to see you try,” Sasuke murmured, his blood-colored eyes flashing in irritation.

 

“Sasuke-teme,” Naruto whispered. “I beat Itachi. And he's stronger than you will ever be. I will beat you easily. And I'll break you like I broke him.”

 

He didn't say anymore, he pressed his lips to Sasuke's, letting his golden skin meld against Sasuke's pale skin. This was something he'd never been able to do before, something he'd never had the courage for. This was something he'd wanted for so very long, ever since Ero-sanin taught him about his body and sexual pleasures.

 

Pulling back before he could become too engrossed in feeling the other man against his own body, Naruto spun Sasuke around, pulling him against his chest, an around Sasuke's torso, the other around his slender neck. “Tell me, Sasuke-teme. Did Orochimaru touch you like this?” He slid his hand down Sasuke's toned, tightly muscled chest, letting his fingers linger overly long at the waist of his soon to be lover's pants. “Did Orochimaru teach you how to use your body to get what you want?”

 

He pulled his teasing hand away from Sasuke's body and pointed at Itachi. The elder Uchiha was almost completely out of it. He drew deep, raggedy breathes as he lay prone, completely nude aside from the blindfold covering his dangerous eyes. “I used my body to make Itachi beg for me. To break his will, to make him mine. And he used his body to pay for the sins he committed against me.”

 

“What are you talking about?” Sasuke bit out quietly, letting Naruto play this game. He would make the other man pay, he would kill the blond, make him beg for death before he was gifted with it.

 

“I'm telling you. I fucked Itachi into submission. And it was fun. The bastard deserved it. Because he fucked with me in ways that I should not be fucked with,” Naruto growled into Sasuke's ear. “Do you want me to make you mine, do you want to beg for me, be my pretty little pet? I can make you mine, you know? It would be so very easy to do so.”

 

Sasuke didn't care anymore about what was going on. He lifted his arm and slammed his elbow into Naruto's toned abdomen. He spun when the grip on his torso loosened, his Sharingan flaring wildly as he stared into Naruto's eyes. The blond had gotten taller than him, noticeably so. Sasuke wanted so badly to completely destroy the blond, but one look at the chakra pattern had him cursing. He turned on his heel, analyzing the clearing around him. Chakra emanated from all over the place, clones upon clones of Naruto's, waiting for destruction.

 

Sasuke didn't hesitate. He destroyed the clone that had dared to touch him, enjoying the `poof' it made as it disappeared forever. He placed a warm hand on his brother's back, checking for signs of life in the abused form before jumping into the trees, intent on hunting down the very blond he'd yearned after, loathed, and despised. He grunted as he landed in the middle of a tall tree, bending forward to launch himself toward the highest concentration of chakra available. If he couldn't find Naruto, he would find the most clones and destroy them, one by one. He would make Naruto regret playing with him.

 

“Sasuke-teme!” Naruto's voice echoes in the woods. “Do you remember my promise to you?”

 

He ignored him, not interested in playing the games of the younger man. What rank was he even now? Did he practice any other games besides these irritating and childish pranks?

 

“I'm taking you home, Sasuke-teme!” Naruto called, laughing softly.

 

Sasuke hated this game. Regardless of how many clones he destroyed there were four more waiting for him. Naruto's chakra was much more intense than his own, much stronger, larger. He was enhanced by that damned fox, and it was irritating to know that he would never beat Naruto, not now that he had control over the Kyuubi.

 

“I'm going to break you, make you mine before I take you home!” Naruto promised.

 

Sasuke was getting tired. Clone after clone was falling before him, but surely Naruto himself had to be getting tired. He was starting to feel the pressure of fighting against Naruto like this. He'd been traveling for days before coming to Naruto's side. He'd been eager to find Itachi, regardless of the fact that he would never beat his elder brother. It was something he was counting on. He wanted to die. He wanted to be taken away from his life, taken away from the traitor that he was listed as. He wanted to forget about what Orochimaru had forced him to endure, wanted to forget about the fact that Orochimaru had…

 

He shook his head, leaving his thoughts behind. He couldn't focus on this, not right now, not in the middle of a fight against his childhood friend. Naruto needed to be made to pay, needed to see what he'd done as wrong, and needed to be made to understand that he would never win against Sasuke.

 

“What's the matter, Sasuke-teme?” Naruto taunted.

 

His voice seemed to echo through the woods, seemed to fill the trees and emanate from the shadows. And Sasuke hated that he could find no trace of the real Naruto. All the chakra around him was low and well maintained. There were no traces of Kyuubi at all, and it was throwing him for a loop.

 

He couldn't imagine where Naruto had gotten off to, couldn't imagine the very idea that Naruto had improves so very much that he had managed to become more than a little match for Sasuke.

 

He was distracted as he leaped through the trees, searching for Naruto's unique chakra signature. He didn't count on the clone getting him so close to him, its chakra signature so low it was hard to distinguish from that of an animal.

 

“Caught you,” Naruto whispered into his ear, his voice soft and silky and erotic.

 

There was the whisper of cloth moving and then there was nothing. Sasuke felt himself falling away into blackness, Naruto's arms surrounding him.

 

-.-.-.-

 

“Apparently, being blinded completely handicaps the all powerful Uchiha clan,” Naruto smirked, laughing in that deep voice he'd managed to acquire with time.

 

Sasuke felt himself rousing, his body screaming at him to move, to recognize the threat against his safety and to move and at the same time, it was screaming at him to die. To just let go and die. His lower body was in a lot of pain. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so much pain, and it didn't just hurt. The pain raced through his body, lighting every nerve ending he had on fire as it reminded him of his current predicament. Naruto was well on his way to fulfilling his promise.

 

“Your legs are broken,” Naruto murmured, as though sensing the very thoughts running through Sasuke's foggy mind. “The right is broken below the knee. I think I used to much pressure though, I had to force the bone back in your skin. The left is broken at the knee. You'll probably never be as fast as you were before,” Naruto explained. His voice was drab, uninterested as he explained away the pains that assaulted Sasuke's body.

 

“Fuck…” Sasuke murmured softly, fighting against his body, trying to force himself to move. He'd probably just suffered permanent damage at the hands of the dobe, and he couldn't do anything in retaliation. Tears of frustration gathered in his blinded eyes and he dug his hands into the hard earth.

 

“I was going to give you your brother, but you just couldn't accept what I had for you. You ran from me, you were scared of me. You attacked me. So, I've disposed of him, I've taken care of that problem, so you don't have to worry about that,” Naruto murmured, his voice closer than Sasuke wanted it to be.

 

“Wh-what?” Sasuke ground out.

 

“I've ruined you. And you're brother, Uchiha Itachi is dead,” Naruto answered. “I'd show you, but you would try to use the Sharingan on me, wouldn't you?”

 

“Fuck you!” Sasuke shouted, rolling on the ground.

 

He needed to get away from Naruto, he needed to not be here, needed to not be near this monster that used to be his best friend, his rival, and his almost lover.

 

What had happened to the Naruto that he'd known? What had happened to make Naruto like this? Sasuke clenched his eyes behind the blindfold, scrunching them tight against the pain that poured through him and tried to force himself to move. He couldn't stay here, not like this. If he did, Naruto would surely kill him.

 

And he didn't want Naruto to know that Orochimaru had…

 

“Kill me you bastard,” Sasuke groaned as he moved his legs, wincing as pain lanced through him.

 

Naruto only smirked at the prone boy. There was no need to end the fun so quickly; he hadn't even gotten a chance to break Sasuke. And he told him so.

 

“What the fuck happened to you dobe!” Sasuke screamed, forcing himself to use his hands to pull away from Naruto's voice. Naruto who had suddenly become the powerful one.

 

“Do you really want to know what happened to me, Sasuke,” Naruto growled in the quiet of the area. His voice sounded so embittered, so harsh. “If you had been there, I would have been okay. It would have been okay. But you'd left me, and that was my fault,” he sighed, pushing his hand into Sasuke's lower back. “Since I made you leave, I'll bring you back home.”

 

“What?” Sasuke asked, his head swimming as pain lanced through his body. His head was feeling woozy, he was feeling nauseous. He couldn't keep this up. He wanted death or the blissful peace of unconsciousness.

 

“Close your eyes. Go to sleep. When you wake up, you're mine,” Naruto whispered, his voice soft and dangerous and so very close to Sasuke's ear.

 

-.-.-.-

 

The next time Sasuke woke up, he was still blinded by that damned cloth, but he couldn't feel that pain that was his shattered legs. He stayed quiet, he didn't know where he was exactly, and he wasn't ready to face Naruto again.

 

Something had happened in the village, why did he act like he was the one responsible for Sasuke's leaving? Why did he act like he had been through hell? Naruto had been at home, where he was safe; he'd had his friends and his teachers there. He hadn't had to start over in a new place, hadn't had to learn a new set of rules.

 

He shifted on whatever he was laying on, no longer the ground, it was far too soft, and a soft groan escaped his lips. He couldn't feel the pain anymore, but his legs were awfully poor at working.

 

“Sasuke,” Naruto murmured in his dangerously sexy voice, low and close to his ear. “I've been waiting for you to get up.”

 

“Why won't you kill me?” Sasuke whispered, turning his blinded face to Naruto's. “You took away Itachi, you've taken away my eyes. Destroy me now, get it over with.”

 

“I don't think so Sasuke. You're my pet, remember? I told you I'd make it so.”

 

“I'm not an animal.”

 

“But you are. You're the worst kind of animal. You're a man. And man is far more dangerous than anything else out there. The animal known as man can kill another without drawing blood or striking out in violence. Did you know that?” Naruto asked softly.

 

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

 

“Words, Sasuke. Words can kill a thousand times more painfully than physical pain!” Naruto growled.

 

“Where am I?” Sasuke asked suddenly, not liking the closeness of Naruto, not liking the echoing acoustics of the room.

 

“You're in my room,” Naruto answered. There was rustling and Naruto stood, his voice falling from further away. “I'm hiding you away until you submit to me.”

 

“It won't happen.”

 

“I broke your brother. I can break you.”